The last $300 plus tourney I bought into live was a good example of why I prefer online play. I was randomly assigned seat 8 - furthest view from the flop. The 300+ lb guy in seat 7 was sloppily shoving down a reuben sandwich greasing up the cards and his chips and calling every hand preflop - raised or not. I swear he took an oversized bite before every action, and talked his way through the call as the food spilt over the sides of his piehole. I watched in a gaze, truly mezmorized, as he'd grab a wad of corned beef off the side of his mouth and shove it back into the bread - then he'd peek at his cards with the same hand. As I'm getting sick vowing to never eat a reuben again, he's hitting everything he chases! He was a total luckbox! As for my focus, my IPod was no defense against the volume of this guy's cackling in my ear as he'd drag pot after pot, sucking out continuously. Needless to say, as soon as I flopped a set, I raised his standard pot bet after the flop only to have him shove on me with ace hi. I'm sure I don't need to tell you I called and he sucked out a runner-runner flush to wipe me out and send me home.
I think my next MTT will be online. And the next, and...