Why do I bother?

The guy that sells me beer asked me again tonight - why do I play?

Well, it's because I am a genuine expert. Not at poker. Any player that's ever made it to the final table on ESPN would have a field day with me. But, if you assume average talent and random cards I should do pretty well.

The most perplexifical (real word) thing to me is why they just don't ban me. My expertise is in the realm of poker detective. And with so much experience I've learned how to identify the most unreasonable tab;es out there. And so when lack of chips is not a major issue I hunt them down and win or lose wait for the great damnating screenshot. (Like in the previous post.)

I only had time for one sitter tonight, and no screenshot will ever prove my post. Anybody out there like beer selling guy should also be aware of another warning sign that rears it's uglcious (real word) head every once in awhile like it did for me tonight.

The InstaRaise.

When it's your turn on the action some buttons pop up- Check, Raise, Fold. Just like good ole NLOP there are times when a real human could not possibly process the mouse movements necessary to raise within a fraction of a second, yet there it is. Time for the real human to fold. Thanks for the warning.

The Lost in Space robot says danger.
Spidey's Spidersense says danger.
The Girl Scouts showing up at my door trying to sell me cookies say danger.
Jarah's lawyers say danger.
David Miscavige says danger.
The entire country of Yemen says danger. (Now stop it with the emails, OK?)
The half used stick of butter oxidizing in my fridge even made a sound something like "dainher" and might be on to what it's going on.

And not surprisingly my sense of dainher (not a real word, yet, but the butter has written a nice email to Wikipedia to discuss it) allowed me to finish in the money when there was clearly a lot of Goober and Raisanette don't care about playing seriously activity going on.

My crack team of poker chat experts (me, the dog and the butter) also remind me that I must mention that the response to the "My bike is red" test was an epic fail. The correct response is "WTF?" (Hint hint.)