Maybe because live he can't rip his hair out while shouting "hurry and call you fuckin n0000000000b I'm going to fucking rape you in your fucking ass!" while wearing nothing but his pants and a pink silk smoking jacket.True. Different strokes. Despite me much preferring live play, I fucking hate players that sit and talk at my blank unlistening earphoned face to try and get a read or a rise. This is usually of 2 varieties. A-The "I know what you have, and I know you've got me beat but I'm calling anyway, cos I know you have it, and I'm going to prove I know it." What a twat thing to say. If they are correct, then you lose the hand. If they could raise me/put me all-in, why not do the right amount of that to get me off the hand, unless they think I have the nuts, so again, should be folding. Or finally, what usually happens, they're completely wrong, they had me beat, and everyone thinks "aye mate, your reads are AWESOME, and nice one on letting the table know you love calling when you're behind." Dicks. B- "You can't call that" or "How can you raise with that?". Its perfectly simple, I did, it's not what you were expecting, because it's not what I'm supposed to do. Poker would be very boring if it was an exact science. Now shut the fuck up. Looks like we're back to Pet Hates!