So. This most recent of Waterbury tournaments had
ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY ONE PEOPLE IN IT. Huge props to everyone who made it/tried to make it(I'm lookin at you Steve
).
My report begins Thursday when I realize I really can't play Revenge because I'll be smacked around like Derek's mom when we visit her after our Saturday tournaments. Ahh, what a fine woman she be. So I sit down with Eli and Josh O(two of the top 8 competitors) and tell them how awful their decks are. I force Josh to not play some bad cards and put in Su Chi's and some other stuff. I tell Eli how to build his deck and then I smack them around for a little with some deck.
Myself and Eli end up heading back to the Kassis Manor to play a little Magic Online and wait for Jason and Josh to show up. I smack Eli's deck around a little bit more, then once Jason shows up, I make fun of CycleStill and then decide to call it a night.
At 9:30.
In the evening.
I get made fun of by Eli and Jason, but I tell them to stick their you-know-what's in a very uncomfortable place, and I'm definately not talking about the back of a Volkswagon. As I lie in bed, I remember Smmenen asked that I call him after 9 or so, so I do as much and we have a bit of a chat about how hot the girl is that gave him his rental car, Hulk, Derek's mom, and Xantid Swarm and how it gives very, very sweet helmet.
I eventually tell him to get some sleep and I try to get to bed at around 10:30. However, Eli's younger sister and her friend(s?) jibba jabba keep me up till around 1. I don't mind though as I just kinda lay in the bed and listen to music till I end up passing out. Eli comes in and throws something at me at about 5:30, so I do the dressing and primping thing. I'm dressed to kill, and everyone else looks like they were dragged out of the dryer. Pwned.
We make a quick stop at Random McDonalds and order some awful greasy food. We then get some Gas at the Gas Station, and I pick up a few Sobe Energies that I save for the tournament to keep me alert.
The drive takes a few hours, and is unfortunately uneventful. We arrive at the tournament site in lovely Waterbury, Connecticut at around 9:30 and the first person I see is Jeff Anand and a few of his flunkies grabbing cardboard crack that he will be dealing today alongside AndyStok in the back of the room. I wish him luck with his trades and head in to find none other than Stephen Menendian gazing around very disoriented and confused. I yell at him and he snaps too. I take him around and play Show and Tell, introducing him to loads of people.
I run into lots of Hadley people and shoot the breeze with Eastman quite a bit during the day, talking about how we're on missions from God to win the tournament. I think we each got a booster pack. We showed you guys! I see Brian Phelon at some point and ask him if he's going to be able to avoid Hatred today. He tells me he hopes so and then leaves. Hatrowned. Or something.
Come 10:30 there are over 100 people in the main room, and I'm getting pretty psyched as it looks like we're going to have even more people than the last tournament which topped out at around 110, which is impressive on it's own. Everyone else seems excited and it looks to be a great tournament. Except for one small detail. The Godfather, Zherbus, had yet to arrive! I look around many times and watch the door, but sadly, he makes no appearance.
So then we played some Magic.
During this time, I witnessed Jarad(wicketsnatcher) carrying a tower of pizza's to join the stack sitting in the hallway, waiting to be consumed by a legion of Magicians. I recruited some people to take pictures of this amazing sight and then bounced off.
Rather Large Charles appeared somehow and we talked about Diablo before he went off to be Ray's Slave for a little while. He gave me lots of inside info about my pairings, such as giving me my table number before rounds began. Tight. He also definately didn't bitch about me to include him in my report after I spent so long writing it, just to let you all know. He would never do such a thing. I abhor you for even the thought of such an atrocity.
And our Denny's waitress was really pretty.
Myself and ctthespian talk about Diablo a bit after Chuck goes off to do something involving a computer and we discuss how I have the WORST level 80+ Barb EVAR. We decide we'll kill stuff with each other later, which is fine by me. BTW, reply to this with your Diablo acct name so I can add you to my friends list. Otherwise, I'll have to play with random Dutchies, and we wouldn't like that, would we?
Once, after checking my pairings, I turn around to see none other than Ben Kowal, just as he mentions something about "delicious goat fluid". I give him "a look", turn around, and say, "This conversation is OVER". I ask Ray if he's heard such things from Ben Kowal after checking his pairings, and apparently he has! I presume this came from the party the previous evening at which many Mages became intoxicated from a plentiful supply of alcoholic beverages supplied by the many over 21 people in attendance of said event.
I notice there is alot of mono green at the top tables, and mention this to Smmenen. We come to the sad conclusion that Green is now the most broken color in Type 1, much to the joy of one Dan Petrelli, creator of one of my favorite decks, Green Power Ranger. Later in the day, I get a few moments to speak to one Mike Broughton, creator of BroughtSui and promiser of many things to winners of large Type 1 events. He is actually the one who says that Green is the most broken color in Type 1(I think) which causes me to go into a rampage, punching walls and flipping tables. I eventually calm down and go off to watch the Top 8.
Ah, no, it wasn't that Green is the most broken color, it was that he told me the Finals was likely to be GAT/EBA/MonoGreen, and I hate EBA with a passion. Not that it's ever beaten me, but it brings me warm feelings to slam Nick Tourlikis' pride and joy
. Anyways...
Watching some quarterfinals matches, I end up standing next to Brian Phelon who is sitting in a chair watching a match, like myself. Unlike myself however, he gets a phone call from someone. My phone calls came earlier in the day because my friend's aren't vampires, but anyways, I eaves drop a bit and hear a woman's voice. She doesn't sound at all like Mrs. Phelon as I heard earlier in the weekend. I look at Brian and ask him point blank, "Is that a woman?". He replies with the affirmative. That was his second mistake. I announce to everyone: "PHELON'S ON THE PHONE WITH A GIRL!!!". Dave picks up on the message and screams the same thing, and we get a rather large laugh, which I'm sure disrupts the top 8 a great deal. Further proof that tournaments are more easily run when I'm playing.
The quarterfinals and stuff like, ended and stuff, I covered the Semifinal match between Seth and Eli which Ray should post at some point. I watch a few more matches, goldfish with DeathLong, ask to borrow Adam Bower's GPR:TNG(Green Power Ranger: The Next Generation) to goldfish with, and then never do so, and try to play trivia, but I'm obviously too late. I blame Smmenen. This is not in the order it happened, but you're all big boys and girls(except for Aaron Kerzner, so he has an excuse) and you'll learn to cope.
Sitting around waiting for the finals to finish so we can go to Denny's sucked. Jarad, I believe, suggests we throw pennies at one Moobius as he lies passed out next to Jeff's tables. I think he missed a few times, but one connected, causing Jarad to hide behind a chair. His clever hiding place paid off as Chris was unable to accost the perpetrator of his assault.
And our Denny's waitress was really pretty.
Finally some people that are playing Magic stop and we're able to go to Dennys! Smmenen doesn't wish to drive his rental car, and I offer him a ride to Dennys on Eli's behalf since we have to head back towards the hotel to get home. This displeases Eli, so I try to recruit someone to Drive Mrs. Daisy to the resturant, but to no sucess. After I pace around, trying to figure out how to get Smmenen there, he tells me he'll drive himself if need be, though at that very moment, Jarad overhears said conversation and graciously offers to taxi Stephen to Dennys. Mad props to my home boy from CT*flashes gang signs, though not in downtown Waterbury cuz it's MAD ghetto yo*.
So we go to Dennys, and there are approximately 17 of us there, including yours truely, Eli, Josh, Jason, Jarad, Stephen, Ray, Theresa, Dan(Pernicious Dude), Jeff, Jacob Orlove(I believe), Adam Bowers, one guy I didn't know, some guy who really hated gay people, Ben Kowal, and two people I can't remember, but who probably sucked because I don't remember them.
I'm just kidding obviously.
Or am I?
I'd like to know who else was there cuz I honestly can't remember.
So we sit down at 3 seperate tables, the main one being in the center of the room, which was the cool table. Why? Because I was at it. Duh. The others sat in booths along the wall(duh) and started chatting. Stephen then breaks out his Type 4 deck, which is a fairly amazing format best described as Spurt(DC-10 to those who suck arse), with a larger hand size, funner cards, and an Arcane Laboratory in play. Steve, Dan Richardson, Adam and somenoe else(Jacob?) I think start playing and I get very jealous. Stephen tells me to join them, so I pick up my chair and plop myself down at the end of the table and start playing.
And our Denny's waitress was really pretty.
After about three seconds, a waitress comes up and tells us it's the store policy to not allow playing cards, but will allow us to play while we wait for our fine cuisine. However, she says my fat ass is blocking the aisle and I need to get the F outta there. Actually she's quite polite about it, compared to the bitch of a manager who yelled at us too, after we had permission.
Then the really pretty waitress who shared many glances with me brought us food and did a really good job with the order and she was really awesome and I live in New York and our love will never manifest as she's in Connecticut and I'm not there and it really blows and then I ate my burger.
PLikeY: great report
PLikeY: i didnt know you were flirting with meredith
CrazyCarlWinter: i'm editing it a gerat deal lol
CrazyCarlWinter: YOU KNOW HER NAME!?
PLikeY: the denny's chick?
PLikeY: yeah
CrazyCarlWinter: YES
CrazyCarlWinter: omg
CrazyCarlWinter: isnane!
PLikeY: i used to date her
CrazyCarlWinter: !?
PLikeY: don't worry...she gives really shitty head
CrazyCarlWinter: =[
And our waitress was really pretty.
I also ordered a chocolate milkshake, which ended up being quite the whore as many people partook in it's delicious chocolaty-ness. I finish most of my burger and milkshake before I feel like I wanna puke, and we pay the bill and stuff. I say goodbye to my love as I pay the check and say good-bye to all my home boys and girls.
Jason takes the wheel of the Kassis Kruiser whilst myself and Eli kold in the back seat while Josh and Jason gossip in the front. I'm listening to some music again and I'm kinda half awake and I just kinda sit there. I eventually sit up, and it's really snowy and we're kinda sliding around a bit. I begin to fear for my life, but end up not worrying as my cards are safely tucked in the trunk, free from any icy death that may become of us. We stop in some backwater POS town to buy gas and take a leak. Cept the bathroom is locked, so I pwn the back of the store. Hehehehe.
We drive some more, and we arrive, 6 hours later, in Binghamton. I go inside, wake up my family, check my messages, change real quick, warm up my electric blanket, then pass out. I wake up at like, 9:30 that morning and play Diablo for a little while, then I watch the Scots Scotwn the English at Falkirk.
Props:
Type 1 players for showing their support this weekend.
Ray because he's a math teacher.
Theresa for knowing the pain of the goat fluid conversation.
Eli for being nice all day.
Stephen for flying from Ohio to play.
The really pretty Dennys waitress.
Toad for being responsible for the complete Pwnage of a few Landstill players
Zherbus for being a well oiled machinecomputer. Keep cranking out those Keeper lists!
Slops:
RAY ROBILLARD FOR LYING TO ME.
Type 1 for being really random.
Stacks of empty pizza boxes(more like depressing than a slop)
Binghamton.
Random jerkwater gas stations without open bathrooms.
Snow. And Ice. and Fire. Er, scratch that, Fire can be card advantageous.
Zherbus: For not attaching his wheels to his frame so he can be rolled to tournaments.[/b]
