True Yobbo

Two weekends ago I had the joy of playing with some exceptionally friendly Australian folks. It was pretty obvious that Yobbo was the ring leader. After much poking and prodding they finally got me to join in the endless iterations of "nh", "ty", "g1" etc….I don’t mind throwing the occasional comment out there, but this can, and does, get over used.

I was hoping this would be the case, and it was so, that I would get to use this to my advantage. Like myself, Yobbo seems to be obsessed with 7-2 single draw lowball. A perfect chance for me to use a silly little tactic that I call, "Bipolar Disease" Over the course of several tournaments I continue to cement my new friendship. Then finally- nothing. Not a peep out of me. And yes, it did seem to bother them.

That very first table I played was unusual in one respect. I was acknowledged by my screen name for the first time in ages. Artificial intelligence can’t read screen names, so it’s "nh" not "nh pokerking13". After complaining about the liberal amounts of AI at PokerStars here I was curious as to why this Aussie guy was going out of his way to make sure I knew he was a real person. But, it came off as "trying too hard", like the awkward new school kid trying to buy friendship from his new classmates. It’s strained and insincere.

Now this was interesting. The first thing I do when I log in is search for Yobbo. I expect to finally see him playing silently in some big multi-table tournament. Which is not believable with the way this guy simply will not shut up. In the meantime this was curious. Last night I checked for him, nope not around. Without delay I go to a 7-2 low table with 5 of 7 seats taken. Great I don’t have to wait too long. I register. Within seconds the tourney starts.

And magically there’s Yobbo in the 7th and final seat. Hmmmmm…..Eventually I eliminated him, but that left me up against the 2 AI positions that didn’t chat and got ridiculously good cards. And only ever bet tiny amounts when butting heads versus each other when I’m not in on the hand. I finished an annoying third, just out of the money. What Yobbo appears to be is the equivalent of Antje on Absolute a couple of years ago, a fake position policing the sight and deliberately keeping tabs on me. Possibly because I have posted the "r" word (rigged) in chat lately.

So, it’s time to kick the bipolar up a notch. I’ll flip a mental coin and play it different as I feel. Some nights act like I don’t think I’ve ever met him before. Sometimes insisting that he’s the one being too quiet. Post funny jokes. Complain about my operation. Another tourney of total silence. Etc…

And now Grannie. And maybe Jarah.