So yeah, Friday and Saturday were a blast...
My man T-Funk hooks me up with a ride, and we caravan down with Bowers' AK which is carrying Kowal and Orlove.
The rest of Friday and early Saturday was spent playing hot dice, guillotine, playtesting T's Bazaar/Zombie deck, and drinking lots of hefe weizen & wiskey. The diehards (Wicketsnatcher, Moobius, Summen, and a few others) didn't get to sleep until 6 or 7 in the morning if at all.
The morning was a complete blur that included a bad breakast buffet, throwing together my new jankness, and me loaning out tons of cards to needy team hadley-ites. That and watching the ball-room Ray rented out fill up like a frat party.
I ended up playing a GAT redux that was basically emerald alice splashing for demonic tutor and yawgwill. I actually even ran the old oath sideboard, which proved useful against what was a rather aggro heavy field.
Rnd 1, Bill playing WMUD (w/ blue for broken)
WTF! At the last waterbury I got to play Ray's brother with Slivers round 1. This time I get paired against my worst matchup...and I'm still drunk.
Game 1 he drops an early smokestack and I can't deal. Game 2 I play like fish dazing his fetch, stripping his mountain, and then dropping null rod. I still was only able to barely race his smokestack, and won because he made the mistake of trying to cast lotus into my counter (which pumped my dryad for the win). Game 3 he has me completely locked out with a smokestack, but he can't find a win condition before 5 turns expire.
Rnd 2, some guy playing Dryad Zoo
Game 1 he smashes my face with three kird apes and burn. I feel like a chump for losing to a deck thats been extinct for over a year. Game 2 Oath comes in and ownes crap aggro like it does. Game 3 I have double Oath and Future Sight on the table and he still refuses to concede. I make him pay, and go into time walk recursion in order to beat him down with spike weaver.
Rnd 3, Kerzner playing Hulk
I was starting to come down from my buzz, and although it had nothing to do with Kerzner, he took the brunt of it. I unleash the most annoying and immature collage of trash talking combined with rules mongering magic. He takes it like a man, and we split the first two games. By the third game we're low on time, and I'm really feeling like crap, but at least I've stopped directing my misery at Kerz. I look at my opening hand: 2x Brainstorm, Timewalk, Ancestral Recall, Gush, Mystical Tutor. Its all gas except for the minor detail about not having any mana. I figure I can't afford another draw, and I'd rather lose than draw, so I keep. I find a land four turns later, and I still almost manage to pull out the draw, as he kills me on his last turn before time with me having a powder keg set to two.
Rnd 4, some guy from NJ playing GAT
I've tested pretty much every derivation of dryad.dec, so I know the matchup inside and out. He picks the wrong counter wars and I draw ancestral like a good miser. I even put in oath game 2 just to make it interesting.
Rnd 5, MolotDET, playing 3-color control trix
I had no idea who it was when we shuffled up, but he started asking about TMD and stuff, and even recognized my 'Grand Inquisitor'-ness. Game 1 I try to stifle his fetch. When he attempts a second pitch counter I know its his only source and go for the throat. He sits land screwed while I draw lots of cards. Game 2 I get a nuts draw with a first turn ancestral followed by second turn Lotus -> Yawgwill. It was kind of a gamble casting Will so early for only a few spells, but given the matchup and my threat density I figured he wouldn't recover. He didn't.
On the next table some academy player is trying to rationalize how they could have beat Orlove's mono green hate lock if they'd only played differently. I hear "...and then cast memory jar and draw into..." and look at Orlove's root maze. I usually have a low tolerance for combo players, but being hung over accentuates this. As long as Mono-G can compete I'll keep up hope.
Rnd 6, Leviat playing 3-color landstill
Jason and I seem to play every single tournament. This is good in that we've become pretty good friends and he's one hell of a guy. This is bad in that he's a ninja, and I usually need to do my topdecking thing in order to beat him. Game 1 I do said topdecking thing casting AK for 1 into AK for 2 into AK for 3 into AK for 4 (in the span of two turns). Game 2 he slaps me around with an early decree and three factories. Unfortunately for Jason the first game took a pretty long time for me to win (he probably should have conceded), and time is called before he can beat me down.
Rnd 7, some guy from MA playing Belcher Parfait
From hearing other conversations I sort of new what this guy was playing, and I was very curious about how effective it would be. Game 1 he shows me up by dropping two early land taxes, and then after countering his scroll rack, he finds it back into play. I know the drill, so I scoop almost immediately after. Game 2 I'm in complete control with Future Sight, but he won't scoop since he figures he can't win game 3 in the alotted time. I swing with a big dryad with three extra turns to spare. He seemed from the old-school of magic players, and was a very sound technical player. I would have liked to watch some of his other matches if I'd been given the chance. Although I can't really see parfait winning against the new breeds of aggro, it performed much more smoothely than I expected.
Rnd 8, Peter playing old-stompy
Peter mentioned that he was just getting into competitive type 1, and didn't have his Oath build ready, so was playing Stompy instead. I draw complete god hands both games for the win (stuff like mox sapphire, ancestral, lotus, time walk, dryad, brainstorm). Peter was a great guy; the type of noob you hope to meet every tournament. He was not bitter about my power draws, accepted my recommendations on his oath build, and had some interesting innovations of his own. It was a great end to a tournament of ups and downs.
I watched a little bit of the top 8, but I was fading fast, and my ride was leaving, so I didn't get to see what happened. I sleep most of the way home and crash into my bed...and live happily ever after.
Props:
Ray, obviously
T-funk, driving my sorry car-less ass around and being a complete dude
Team Hadley, for kicking ass even if we didn't win the whole enchilada
Opponents, being competitive & enjoyable all day
Kerz, for putting up with my shit
Slops:
Jim Beam, kicking my ass thanks to hot dice
Hometown Buffet, for being only slightly better than starving