You're in an NBA game. These are the heavily-anticipated finals against a rival team. The stadium is full. Everyone in attendance is hyper-excited about the match. After all the pre-game formalities, you enter the court. The whistle is blown. The ball is thrown into the air. The crowd have their eyes wide open. The game is on!

The rival team grabs the ball. You shout "Haha, I see what you did there, you crouched a little so you have maximum spring to jump and catch the ball." Everyone's confused but they don't care. The guy who grabs the ball passes it to another guy from the their team. You shout "You passed it to that guy because the guy from our team marking him is shorter than your guy so you can throw the ball high and it won't be intercepted." Your observation is correct but people are confused as to why you're not shutting the hell up and concentrating on playing. The guy with the ball passes to someone else who now runs towards the hoop, where you are. The expectation is that you'll try to get the ball before they score. The guy runs towards you, ready to dribble and dodge you. You shout "You are trying to bounce the ball to the left so that I go in that direction then you quickly switch to the right so you can evade me. Haha, that's not going to work." You're supposed to be getting the ball but you just stand there giving more explanations as the opposing team passes you and heads for the net. Your teammates, coach and the crowd are now getting pissed off at you. "What the fuck are you doing man?" You keep standing there watching the guy from the other team approach the net, saying "You're increasing your speed so you can do a lay-up. You wanted to shoot a three pointer but realised that other guy would intercept and there's generally less risk with a lay-up."

Your team loses. The whole world witnesses your retardation on TV and the internet. You get the shit kicked out of you by your teammates and the team's supporters. You offer to take your kids to school the next day despite the pain from last night's ass-whooping and they say "Sorry Dad, we can't risk anyone knowing we're related." Ouch. You fucked up bro. You were supposed to be playing the game. You showed an acute understanding of the sport. Well done, if that's worth anything. But, even though you're my friend, bro, there's no denying the fact that you're a fucking idiot. You thought your knowledge was the gateway to unlimited success. That was stupid man.

How this is linked to some of you guys is that you read all this stuff here: shit tests, ASD, LMR, keeping frame etc. Man, you're a master of that stuff. You'd ace a sidebar exam. You're a freaking genius as far as the theory goes, at least that's what you think. When you go into the field, it's a totally different story. You gather the balls to talk to a girl and the conversation is cringey. The whole time you're thinking "she just shit-tested me. Ok, I'll go with agree and amplify" then you completely misapply it. Alternatively, some of you even go to the extent of bordering on spouting the rules, if not actually doing so. She throws IOIs and then says "You're actually kinda short" and then you say "Haha, I know what you're trying to do, you're trying to see if that will bother me. Well it doesn't." You just spouted the rules. You could have actually played the game and said "And yet you can't stop looking at me" or changed the subject or reacted in whatever way that counts as playing the game. When your opponent is pitching you don't explain to them that they're holding the ball in such a way that they will throw in a manner that makes it hard for you to hit the ball and say "You see, good strategy on your part but my grip of the bat at this 23° angle allows me to hit the ball based on a variety of trajectories. I actually have a 91% chance of hitting it considering that..." STRIKE 1! And while you resume running your mouth Strike 2 and 3 happen and your sorry ass is laughed off the field. Find a way to make a home run, bro - that's the point of the game, not repeating the rules and strategies in robot-style monotone voice.

Girls don't want to know that you're aware of what they're doing; that you can identify when they're shit-testing you or that you can identify ASD and say "Nah, fucking me doesn't make you a slut." They want you to give them ways to rationalize the sex as something that just happened - "He invited me to see his fish tank and that's what I went there to do then it just happened". In any case, most of these things aren't things they do consciously so whatever the fuck you are saying, though rooted in fact, is baseless to them - it's boring and it's a turn-off. Which means you're boring.

Don't flaunt knowledge of the game. That's weak and timid. It achieves nothing. Grow some balls and play the game.