It HAS to be moderately difficult to withhold his status in sweaty bejeweled. We're talking about the guy who yammers on about how he was the numbah one ranked US superturboplayer in an arbitrary year... Listening to Phil, he desperately seeks validation. Bitches about other shtreemers making bank doing Muppet actions while he flounders in retarded vests. Other people get sponsors, he can't get anything. Aside from jacking his polack crank on shtreem, his only real claim to (relatively obscure) fame is his EVO appearance. It's not even like it was the Olympics and he got the Pierre de Coubertin medal (not that he'd qualify for it since he's an incorrigible fucking pile of shit).
He's the shtreeming equivalent of "that guy" who was the shit on his high school football team, scored 2 touchdowns once, but got "injured" heading to college so he never got a chance to become a hall of famer in the NFL.
The fact that he can't flaunt his status in something has to eat at him. He can't admit he's relatively high ranked in this game that requires almost no skill beyond not being colorblind. As soon as he does, he'd have to then concede that he's spent stupid amounts of money to play bejeweled, and that alone would completely torpedo his whole "woe is me, I'm sofa king poor, tip me.... Reeeee!" narrative.
But his stupid fuckin wheelchair audience would still drop coin on this charlatan.