Why does nobody say 'good game' anymore?

Don't be lazy and just say good game!
Thank them for the time they spent playing with you!
thats the spirit!
Well, the last part makes sense!
But 'good game'...you can say that as a greeting before a game...wishing a good game, but after the game as an automated non-thinking phrase (the game may not have been good...especially for the losing side) is...just weird when you think about it.

It's very few players that say 'good game' after a game.
Because... I'm not a starcraft player from the year 2000... also I'm not a child or rated below 1000.
I guess if you're any of these things it would be confusing to you.

Why does everybody say " Good Morning " or " Good Afternoon " or " Good Evening " when it is raining or snowing or windy or whatever like hell ?
Good One!...Or “Good Day”, “Good Night”, “Good Riddance”, “Good Gravy”, “Good Boy”,

I once said 'Top of the morning to you' whilst in Dublin. Turns out Irish people don't actually say this in real life and they thought I was taking the p*ss. An angry mob chased me for over 2 miles. Lesson learnt.

I respect GG and a handshake. But in poker if someone says sorry i get pissed. its very patronizing and will cause you to smoke a ciggerette

I once said 'Top of the morning to you' whilst in Dublin. Turns out Irish people don't actually say this in real life and they thought I was taking the p*ss. An angry mob chased me for over 2 miles. Lesson learnt.
They’d have to be real angry to make me run over two miles. Maybe two miles, but nothing more.

I once said 'Top of the morning to you' whilst in Dublin. Turns out Irish people don't actually say this in real life and they thought I was taking the p*ss. An angry mob chased me for over 2 miles. Lesson learnt.
They’d have to be real angry to make me run over two miles. Maybe two miles, but nothing more.
They had pitchforks and were shouting 'bejeezus' at me. Scary.

I once said 'Top of the morning to you' whilst in Dublin. Turns out Irish people don't actually say this in real life and they thought I was taking the p*ss. An angry mob chased me for over 2 miles. Lesson learnt.
They’d have to be real angry to make me run over two miles. Maybe two miles, but nothing more.
They had pitchforks and were shouting 'bejeezus' at me. Scary.
That’s totally understandable, nothing scares the bejeezus out of me like pitchforks and “bejeezus” being shouted at me! I’m impressed your legs held up under the extreme duress.