They call themselves the locals, and look with disdain upon those other players they call the tourists, but we can give them another six-letter name that shares half the same letters, the losers. They’re the lowlifes among the lowrollers, distinguished primarily for shooting theselves in the feet.
They play in the smaller games either because they haven’t the talent to move up, or they’ve busted out of the bigger games. They seem to think they’re the only ones who know how to play whatever Sbobet Indonesia game they’re in. When they’re not in a hand, they bore anyone who’ll listen–and if no one appears to pay attention, anyone who happens to be near–with tales of clever plays they’ve made, how they’ve outplayed the players whose names everyone knows in the biggest games. When they are in a hand, if they lose to a tourist, they give the tourist a lecture about how badly the tourist played the hand. “How could you chase all the way to the end when there were only two cards in the deck that could beat my hand? What’d you think I was betting on? Yeah, well I love it. Keep up that kind of playing and I’ll have all your chips before long.”
Did you ever notice that it’s usually the loser of a pot who gives a lecture to the winner? That when a local wins a hand, he rarely lectures the loser?
They whine about their bad …