Tonight's table was very subtely thrown. 7 player table, One position is going all in every hand. Feeds and dies. Then a second position is going all in every hand. Eventually dies. One might think that things would settle down, but now there's a third position that is betting like a completely uncompetitive douchebag.
Considering I've exhausted my supply of ninja movies on Comcast I tough it out and stick with it. Not surprisingly, there has been no chat posted for dozens of handa. Eventually it's just me and the chip leadetr for more than hour. A little bit of back and forth, but in general I'm building and this guy is crapping out.
Then, with me having two thirds of the chips and the erstwhile leader having one third he gets all boredy (real word.)
First of two final hands he posts what he's got. Better than me, I fold. Second of two final hands, he's got mega-crap, or so he says. I don't have a killer, but an above average stand pat hand. True to his word he stood pattish (real word,) and lost giving me first.
Let's psychoanalyze this for a bit. If you were not interested in the outcome of the game you could just sit out. I'd have to spend ten minutes of my life making you fold out. Or you could stand pat on a piece of shit hand and tell me what you have and let me kill you.
Maybe it was a set up for me getting a "comfort zone" and going crazy, but every fiber nutritional bar I've ever consumed of my being has my Spidey sense tingling.
Just in case you want to see the Asians of the Day, they're here. I'll get back to you tomorrow.
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