Here is why I NEVER complain about the rolls, or luck:

1) It's rude. It suggests your opponent is just lucky anddetracts from his skill. It's poor form.

2) Nobody cares. Everyone is tired of hearing it. Everyoneonly sees their own bad rolls and forgets their great ones.

3) It's NOT TRUE. Everyone rolls the same. If you think youare rolling more than your share of bad rolls, you're probably playing badlyand not realizing it...because the worse you play, the more bad rolls thereare and the more good rolls you give your opponent. This also applies tocomplaining about the on-line servers. No machine cares or knows who isrolling or what the position is. The dice are random, and every study doneon every server so far has proven that. The dice are just plain goofeyeverywhere...it's the nature of statistics that sometimes you will get abunch of doubles in a row, or dance 5 times on a 2 Point board.

4) Complaining focuses your mind and energy on the wrongthings. You start concentrating on how bad you are rolling, or how goodyour opponents roll, instead of what you really should be concentrating on:what is the right decision? And if you start thinking about your bad luck,you might start changing yours plays assuming you are going to roll bad, orthat your opponent might roll a joker, instead of considering what reallymatters: the odds.

5) Complaining makes the game less enjoyable. For you. The moreyou make an issue of your bad luck, the more you will remember the bad luckand the less fun you will have playing.

Bottom line, I NEVER complain about a roll, or bad luck. Ever. And I amsure my opponents appreciate it, and I am sure I play better and am happieras a result. And when someone tells me how lucky I was, I give them mystandard reply: "Yes, I was lucky I got you for an opponent!"

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Watching the dice come up cocked/Very much like my first marriage.

Your disgustingly slow play will not disturb my inner tranquility/I recitethis mantra as I plan his dismemberment.

Alone in the box/Watching the faces of my former friends.

Whether to make his 5 point or mine/Wishing I could flip a coin so no onecould see.

Please tell me how lucky I am one more time/Let me show you what hot coffeefeels like.

I gently offer you the cube with the utmost respect/Hoping you will choke onit and die.

Tell me again how the dice on line are fair/Tell me again where Santa Clauslives.

The joy of making the prime/A feeling not unlike a successful visit to thebathroom.

Watching him Gammon me with that smirk on his face/Wishing I had a gun.

How hard can it be to keep the dice on the table?/Wondering how this man candrive a car.