[joseki]

These types of plays remind me of going home with whomever happens to be left at the end of the night. It seems like a good idea up front, like it's an an affirmation of your clever prowess or something. Then, usually en route, reason starts to work, but only vaguely through a fog of beer, testosterone, pride and whatnot. Next thing you know, you've got some stinky fat tongue in your mouth and you're balls deep in a monster pot, but it's too late and you're basically [censored]. Then it's over, and you lie there wondering why the [censored] you bother with this [censored]?

Interesting thread, thanks for posting.