Pet peeves can actually be a good thing. And I'm not talking about the cat yacking up a hairball or the dog not realizing that eating tanbark isn't the wisest career decision his ever made. I'm not talking about pets, I'm talking about the peeves.
It keeps you focused. It keeps you full of hatred that makes you want to listen to the little voices inside your head and just want to flip out and bring some justice to the world. So, when Charlie Sheen finally goes more over the deep end than he already is we will know that he simply got upset that his Internet was blocked from downloading pics of hot Asian chicks the final knife stabbing that lands him in jail has a meaning.
But I digress.
It's no big secret that two of my biggest PokerStars pet peeves are the players that waste a crapload of time and those that just do not have any clue at what game they registered for. Trying to cover it up only serves to make it that much more obvious. Google "Barbara Streisand Effect."
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Tonight's fun table has come after a bit of an irrational winning streak. A 3rd and a 2nd on two fairly reasonable 18 player games on the last two nights. Being astoundingly not scared of those that may have more talent than me I parked my stack on a 10k buy in. Now, surely the talent level must be up to my level. You really need some skill to get enough chips to even buy into this game.
And PokerStars screwed it up within the first few hands. Time bank on the second hand. My, what a surprise. Shortly thereafter Spanish chat. I'm no Spanish expert, but I know enough to realize that the chatterer (real word) was asking for help on how to play the lowball game.
OK, let me guess this. You're sober enough to post in your native language, but you decided to sit at a generally unpopular game that I love and happen to be at. You go all in on a pretty crappy hand and feed one of my main opponents who rode that crappy farm feed into the late stages of the game.
Justice was served as I did finish second, yet there's no doubt in my mind that it would not have been as much as a bad dental checkup experience as it waa if things were on the up and up. If you play fifty lowball games there shouldn't be 30 of them with someone thinking it's high draw. My Commodore 64 is still calculating the stats, but I'm sure they are huge.
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The repost of the Affably screen shots -
Despite my best non-malt liquor induced efforts I've been losing a lot of sleep on this and I forgot one of the main reasons I took the screen shots. When I first met Affie (as his crew likes to call him) he had one star. When we met again at the final table he had two stars on his (it's) avatar.
I'm thinking the stars are some kind of code for the style of play that the AI has. But as PokerStars continues on their self-destuctive train wreck obvious bs this remains to be Sheen.
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