Poker Afflictions
What is it with poker players that turn them from reasonable, sensible, semi-educated people, into moronic ballbags as soon as you put some cards in front of them?
Now I know that certain people will change with any sport (I become a foaming-at-the-mouth lunatic after a three putt on golf course, my respectable father becomes a 20 year old hooligan during football matches etc) but with poker, normally placid and intelligent human beings become the pseudo-American gobshites that you usually associate with Jerry Springer.
I mean, the thought of a fully grown man screaming, “One time dealer” at some underpaid Eastern European immigrant in a casino makes me shudder harder than when I first saw Pat Butcher take all her clothes of for some TV Drama (dig it out, it’s horrendous)
Another pet hate of mine, are those people who copy everything that they’ve seen on telly. I saw a fella in a £10 pub game last year, complete with a branded online poker site T-Shirt, a cap pulled down, wraparound shades and an i-pod. What does he think he looks like? Does he actually think people will look and say “wow he must be good”, it must be the same affliction that makes young men on council estates think that driving round in a Ford escort with crappy Alloys, with no shirt on whilst smoking and playing Euro Hardcore rave at full blast is tantamount to being the hardest man to walk the planet. I just don’t get how some people’s minds work, really I don’t.
Finally, the slow roll. If you do it, you really do deserve a smack in the mouth, seriously, you do.
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