Me and my crack team of investigators (me and the dog) normaslly like to bust on the ridiculous card play. Thousands of hands and no signs of anything remotely random. During one especially annoying game I met up with jimmy.
The only significant improvement in Internet poker in the last 10 years is that the position that is doing the raising is not the position that wins. Losing at a competitive game requires a mindset that is psychologically unnatural.
First off, you have to have the desire. Your friends didn't come over for a game of Monopoly. OK, let's get on the puter and play some cards.
Second, OK - these assholes are making me jump through some hoops and do stuff to register.
God Dammit! I have to pick a screen name? Just use Dgrainger. It's my email.
God Dammit! I just tried "jimmybear" in a drunken funk and that's taken! I accept your naming rules and graciosly allow myself to be called "jimmybear629" although I would have preferred "jimmybear432."
Jimmy was not the problem at this table. Jimmy was just a tiny fish in a big pond pretending to be a real person. And the energy to be such a loser is huge.
My jimmybear account didn't work. I lost my 1000 chips, there's still half a malt liquor left, my girlfriend just left and slammed the door (bitch) and I've got no fucking clue what I'm going to do with my life.
Wait. Yes I do. I am fucking god damn jimmybear!
(drunken pass out)
Awaking to another day when I just want to curl up and sleep and forgot about Jarah and her lawyers I again submit myself to the registration process.
Pustule is taken. OK. You're dermatologist. Phlegm taken?? That's a little bit weird. Donkeybutt is taken? Fuck it. I'll settle into a night of cards as donkeybutt437.
