Originally Posted by bubbasbestbabe
In this you are wrong. I have made friends here that if they lived near me I would have over for dinner any time. I also play cutthroat poker against them. That's the nature of the beast. They don't hate me,( well tammy might), and I don't hate them. I learn from my mistakes and try to be a better player. And I have a great time pitting myself against fellow members.
^^^this, pretty much.
While not exactly to RS's original point regarding bad beats, I definitely think you should do your friends the "service" of playing as hard as possible against them.
Here is a little poem from my running days, that sums it up nicely:
by Burgess Johnson
I was the third man running in a race,
And memory still must run it o’er and o’er:
The pounding heart that beat against my frame;
The wind that dried the sweat upon my face
And turned my throat to paper creased and sore;
The jabbing pain that sharply went and came.
My eyes saw nothing save a strip of road
That flaunted there behind the second man;
It swam and blurred, yet still it lay before.
My legs seemed none of mine, but rhythmic strode
Unconscious of my will that urged, “You can!”
And cried at them to make one effort more.
The suddenly there broke a wave of sound--
Crowds shouting when the first man stuck the tape;
And then the second roused that friendly din;
While I—I stumbled forward and the ground
All wavered ‘neath my feet, while men agape,
But silent, saw me as I staggered in.
As sick in heart and flesh I bent my head,
Two seized me and embraced me, and one cried,
“Your thudding footsteps held me to the grind.”
And the winner, smiling wanly, said,
“No dream of records kept me to my stride—
I dreaded you two thundering behind!”
The point is that strong competition makes everyone perform better, win or lose.