Saturday, May 22, 2010

The subtle cheats of internet poker




My impression is, that at least versus me, the cat is out of the bag and sitting at a table where real people have an instant of rational thought is just not present. Playing as much as I do it's weird that so many tables have not the slightest bit of chat. It's not Facebook, but there are some ground rules.

If you get your ass kicked and you are a real human being you post an "nh" even if too lazy to post "Nice hand, Bill." Normally I have cards not worth calling on, much less raising on. After a bad beat and a full house on the first five cards I was rasing. Caught a fourth ace which I didn't need and on a surpisingly chatty table. Nothing.

OK let me guess, Everyone at the table except me are friends and I'm an unwelcome interruption., You flipped the hamburger and returned to the table too late to ackwoledge my kiler hand.

Don't get me wrong. I don;t need praise. I need someone else other than me to stand up and say BULLSHIT. Heck, I don't even need that.

Me and my crack team of Xenu praisers (me, the dog and Jarah fortified with a tub of Ben and Jerry's) don't care. If we did care we wouldn'y have gone from 1.3 million chips down to restarting and back up to the 40k I'm at not.

The game is policed by AI on a databse. Real human contact isn't possible. Jarah hates it. The dog hates it.

I love it.

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