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« on: July 11, 2004, 08:54:46 am » |
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I hope I interested enough people to read this with the fact that I'm writing a tournament report about a tournament I crapped out in, and I'm posting this in Open because I think I raise an important issue (at least, to me) and I want everyone to be able to discuss it. Don't worry, when I come to that part, you'll know. I apologize in advance for a tourney report that I'm sure will come out laden with innuendo, but it's just a little too funny to me.
Pre-Tourney Shenanigans:
For me, these start at about 9 o'clock the night before the tournament. I'm working at a pool I lifeguard at, but I have to stay open until 11 instead of closing at the usual 9:30 because the Academic Study Association has reserved the pool for an extra hour and a half. At first I was thinking it wouldn't be too bad because they wouldn't get rowdy or break rules, being uber d0rks and all. Yeah, I just called someone a dork using the term uber d0rk. They're actually pretty damn annoying, and I get a little upset, but think to myself as long as these bastids are outta my pool by 11 it'll be alright. Well they were. Barely. Apparently the Academic Study Association rolls with some pretty hardcore gangstas [/sarcasm] and they think they don't have to leave when I tell them to, but they get out eventually. Here on Cape Cod, we have this setup called the Melody Tent. It's actually pretty darn awesome, with names like George Thurgood, Bela Fleck and Dane Cook showing up recently, but it obviously tends to draw in a lot of traffic. I was pretty confident I'd be able to beat said traffic if I got out at 11 sharp, but it wasn't meant to be. As I walk out to the car I see the lines begin to form, and this brings me to my first tournament report:
Round 1: I'm paired up with a PT Cruiser. Essentially, if you're driving a PT Cruiser, you probably suck a little more than just as a driver- so I think I'm all set and don't mind doing what I must to get home by the 11:30 I told my friends I'd meet them. I want to pull out of the hotel parking lot(I gave it to her pretty hard as it is) but big-ballin' PT Cruiser thought differently. I pulled out anyway, and turning off my headlights so they wouldn't see me approaching from the rear I pull up in the left lane (yes, on a 2 way, 2 lane street). I flash on the lights and gun it past them. Game 2 they get mana screwed or something.
Round 2: I'm paired with my Grandma at home. She locked the door, and I had to walk around. Weak. 0-2
Round 3: We drive over to Greg's house, and Huff says he doesn't think he really wants to go. Before I go any further, I think now is the time to introduce the characters of this epic: Me- I'm John, and I rock. Boo-ya. Rob- Rob's driving us, because Greg is an unreliable little sweat shop worker. Rob plays cool decks and is a cool dude. Huff- Huff is a midget of no more than 3 foot 7 who has to play cards with one hand because he's always masturbating... his ego. Or something. He thinks he's way too cool to come play cards with us for a day, but he never thinks he's too cool to feel up his sister in the garage like that one time on Thanksgiving when I was 17. Anyway, he's a bastid. and finally, Chamberlain- Chamberlain is a small Vietnamese whore that Huff ordered through air mail, and thus thinks (s)he has to go everywhere we go. I apologize again if you don't know these people in real life and therefore don't find this amusing, or even more if you do know these people, and don't find it amusing. Anyway, back to Round 3- Huff is intimating that he doesn't think he wants to make the trip, as we did come wake him up out of bed at like 12. I was really hoping to see his hot sister, but in retrospect I don't know if it was worthwhile. I know that if Huff wusses out the trip won't happen or at least will be extremely awkward because Rob is too nice to make fun of Chamberlain like I do and I need someone else to egg me on, so I go into total whine mode. Eventually I whine him into submission, and he throws Slaver together. Since it's about 2am at this point, Rob crashes downstairs and the rest of us go fill various rooms in Greg's vacated house. We actually get to sleep at 4 or so, and wake up at 6, because who needs to sleep for more than 2 hours before a long day in a car and a tournament of a game that typically tries all of one's nerves anyway?
We get out of Greg's at around 7, and stop for energy drinks. On the car ride about 47 different people tell us their opinion of how to get to Scarborough, and I decide we should average the information because we didn't take into account that Maine is one collective mind whose only goals are to drive a red pickup truck while finding free food and beautiful cousins daily.
We arrive at the tournament scene at 11-ish, and it's really nice. My friends have to fill out their deck regs, but I emailed mine. The tourney doesn't begin until 1:00, a full hour after the scheduled start time, because some greedy bastid (NOT affiliated with the store, just holding the tournament) wanted to suck every penny from us- we were already throwing down a steep $25 for a tournament with prizes for only first and second, but he wanted $30 (which would have been $930 total with the 31 persons attending, and that's obviously more than enough to give away a Lotus and a Berserk). I see and greet Eric (ELD) whom is one of those guys who tolerates me because I see and talk to him briefly at least monthly at tournaments. I also talked to Meddling Mage here on TMD, and he was a cool dude. Finally, pairings for round one are posted:
Round 1: Scott with Madness While I'm not too worried about the matchup, I just can't help but see it as a total slap in the face- the night before I took out FTK on the basis that no one would play madness in an unlimited proxy environment, which everyone agreed with. I still left 2 in which is more than enough, but it made me laugh regardless. Scott takes game one and I take game two equally quickly, but game 3 is interesting. I hear the ten-minute time announcement made by the computer, and he takes a few really drawn out turns where he ultimately does nothing. During the second of these turns I drop hints like asking those around me if they know how much time is left, but I didn't really want to accuse anyone of stalling. Fast forwarding to 3 turns before the 5 turn limit is called, I resolve my second Angel in hopes that I'd kill him quickly enough. When the 5 turn limit is called, it's pretty noisy and the announcement is made by the computer. I'm done with my turn, but the Judge walks by and I ask him if what I'd just heard was actually the 5 turn announcement, and he says yes. Back into the game, I look at my opponent and tell him it's his turn. The judge declares that means its turn 1/5. I don't know if I can clearly convey my point in text right now, but everyone agreed that I screwed myself out of a win by not trying to argue with the Judge. I could have still done it in the turns I had if I hadn't made a play error, so I didn't even try to argue it.
Round 2: Jason with GAT I'm sitting next to Rob this round, so I'm a dick to the kid. I think it's hilarious, but can't speak for anyone else. He keeps making comments like "Oh Nos I hear card advantage wins games!" and I continually respond with something along the lines of "Nope. I don't touch the stuff- I actually can't stand it", and so on and so forth. He wins game one and game two my face down Angel is on the stack and he counters. I counter back, and am left with a hand of Force, and 2 nonblue cards. I am, however, confident that he has a counter left. I drop my FoW on the table like it was an accident. He sees it, and I don't know if he thinks I didn't know he saw it, but he says "I think I'll stick with my original plan and let the Angel resolve." Now, it turns out that he had a Force and a blue card in his hand, but didn't force the Angel because he had a Dryad of about 8/8 at the time. This is the interesting point I was hoping to clarify- is this against the rules? Would a judge look down upon this if they saw and knew what I was doing? I don't think it's immoral which is equally important, I'm utilizing everything I have to the best of my ability to try to gain an advantage (without cheating of course). He ends up winning the match, but I'd just like to know.
The rest of the tournament is really insignificant- I lose to a monoblue Back to Basics/Null Rod/ Counters PIRATES deck. I give the guy a big high five, and proceed to throw my deck in the trashcan (a funny picture will be up sooner or later). I know the problem of course wasn't the deck and it was me, but god damn. PIRATES. Round 4 I'm paired with Stax, a matchup I have no desire to play out, so I tell him he can take the win 2-0 and go see what the deal is with my successful friends who are discussing drawing the remaining rounds. Round 5 I actually play out because the kid made me mad. He was playing 7/10 or something, and I 2-0 him in a matter of minutes, not that it matters.
For sake of completion, I utilized 76 proxies for this tournament for my 61 card maindeck 4cControl build, with the 61st card being a 3rd City of Brass. The only choices that stand out in the maindeck were 2 Wishes, 2 Shamans, 1 Fire/Ice, and the obvious extra mana source. The sideboard looked like: SB: 2 Flametongue Kavu SB: 4 Red Elemental Blast (obviously anticipating a field control heavy) SB: 2 Rack and Ruin SB: 2 Disenchant SB: 1 Coffin Purge SB: 1 Swords to Plowshares SB: 1 Fire/Ice SB: 1 Vampiric Tutor SB: 1 Skeletal Scrying
Props: Everyone who I went with, except Huff and Chamberlain. Heh. The tourney Judge- he was an awesome guy with solid Judge capabilities The store for being so nice, although it wasn't quite Cape Cod, it was the closest I've seen. Energy drinks, namely Red Bulls and Monsters. Everyone else I met, you guys were all pretty cool.
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