I know you're right and most times I don't say anything. After ten tourneys where I know if the cards had just cooperated only ever so slightly, I'd have won. (On one I did win, I was down under three hundred chips with four opponents left and came back for the win.) But after seeing time after time when it was one ridiculous hand after another--would you ever in your life call a pot raise with Q3?--I just snapped when the guy says WP. Bull-oney! That's not well played. That's just blind sh(t-house luck.
I will take the pledge. No matter how bad the play, I'll not criticize nor attempt to disuade the fish from schooling up on the shores of Crapoli.
Cactus Jack--who does firmly believe that, someday, if it weren't for luck, no one would play me. (Take that, Phil Helmuth.)