I was going to post this in reply to Scalzo's winning report but I figured it may go better here because I respond and expand on several things in Hornung's article. I was also going to post this a week ago but I durdled away from it randomly and just came back now.
And is thinking Orlando is in Texas better or worse than not knowing "what" a Suri Cruise was?
Worse. Everybody should know where Orlando is. It's where freaking Disney World is for God sakes. And I've never even been there! (I have been to Universal Studios however.)
I also always get stuck with teammates who have no idea who or what a "Suri Cruise" is. Luckily I've beaten it in to most of the Blue Bell crew now, so all I have to say now is "Tom and Katie's kid."
Also whenever "Cabernet Sauvignon" comes up all I have to say is "that wine we never get."
That said there are some definite flaws in my Catch Phrase game. I once thought Shrek was pink, and God forbid if anything I think is from Harry Potter comes up. All I say is "Name stuff from Harry Potter, go!"
AND NOW SOME MORE OF MY RANDOM THOUGHTS FROM THE ENTIRE TMD OPEN 15 EXPERIENCE:
Because I'm far too disorganized to write a formal report, and seriously, who wants to read a report from somebody who finished the day X-3, with one of the wins being a purchased bye, and one of the losses being to Brian DeMars?
(That isn't named Mark Hornung. Funny how both he and I have all of that in common!)
That Playboy I bought for 60¢ in Wilkes-Barre? Meh. I guess I can't really call it a mistake when it only cost 60¢, but honestly the best-looking girl in that issue was the cover girl, who kept her clothes on. (Alt+0162 to make the cents sign btw.)
BTW you forgot to slop Connecticut traffic Hornung. I begrudgingly accepted bumper-to-bumper traffic for miles when driving to GP: Providence during Memorial Day weekend. But 8 PM on a Friday night in the fall? What the hell is there to drive to CT for that time other than a TMD Open?
I would also like to slop Google Maps, first for not thinking there's a difference between East X Street and West X Street, where Joe Brown actually lives. Naturally it took me a few more minutes to figure that out. Also naturally, I was holding in a piss the whole time. And second, for suggesting I actually drive through NYC, sitting in traffic for days and paying inf dollars in tolls to get back to Wilkes-Barre. Luckily I knew better that time, and successfully audibled onto I-287.
Also, as a fat guy, second to any card-slinging on an M:TG roadtrip is the food. This trip had some of the best culinary experiences in a long time. I started with Roy Rogers on the way to Joe Brown's house, which is still awesome even if it's relegated mostly to turnpike service plazas these days. Once we got into Stratford and met up with Coss and Brian Carey we had dinner at an amazing local Mexican restaurant. As an additional bonus, everybody's cell data service was poor, so we were able to ignore the ongoing Phillies disaster. "5th inning, still 1-0 Cardinals," "6th inning, STILL 1-0 Cardinals!" Breakfast at the hotel restaurant was good if a little expensive. Duchess's for lunch wasn't terrible. Shake Shack was very good if a little pricey. That Shack Stack was niiiiice! Fuddruckers on the way home was the walk-off grand slam of the weekend. Absolutely insane. They really need to open one closer to Philly.
