Everyone who played a bit of poker must have encountered these players. Bigstack morrons who start pushing you around and raise you, knowing it's too risky for you to call. These idiots are probably some overweighted, glasswearing, anti-socials with no life, locked up in their room, worshipping Jamie Gold as the übernerd. No matter what, they always bet/raise/reraise you and as the blinds go up, your chances are running slim. So you wait for the right hand, flop two pair and grab the clancy by the balls. You start smashing the table like you were smashing his face until you suddenly notice a messagebox on your screen. You look up, and there's a brief silence... Next thing you know you're slamming your screen, cursing and yelling until the neighbours start complaining. The fucking idiot hit a runner-runner straight.
On those moments I always wished it was a live game, so I could insult the fucker good. Spoil his joy for the rest of the night and hopefully make his intrest in poker go away forever. If he dares to say 'thanks' or 'well played' or any other bullshit crap, I'ld punch his teeth out, break his glasses and kick him in the groin. Fuck the sucker!
To be honest, I don't think this will ever happen at a live game.
Not because I'm polite or anything, just because the nerds' shyness would prevent them from playing like a bully. If it wouldn't, my brutal insults will make sure they politely fold their cards.
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