Though I'll eat crow if you're diamond.
Gold. Well, actually, I just became gold one minute ago. Or less, even. In a game in which the dumbass called me lucky because my scouts told me he was going reapers so I countered his rush and then they told me he was going pure marauder/tank and so I built a couple rays and then I ate his army and then I ate his base and then he called me names and then I called his mom names and then he told me my family would die of cancer. That was fun.
But really, I'm just...well, I'm irritated with people* who blame the game's balancing for their difficulties. Sure, it's unlikely the game's perfectly balanced. Sure, it's not impossible Spoon's correct. But the most likely explanation for his difficulties--and no, this doesn't just apply to him. I have a devil of a time dealing with void rays, frex--is that they are
his difficulties. Even if he's platinum. Especially given that, um, the better players consider platinum to be low level.
*Yes, spoon's not the first.