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HOUTS
Guest
HELLOOOO Everyone,
I am back. I will try to keep updating recent touranaments I do and other topics.
But let me change subject to life with MTG.
I remember long ago when all my MTG buddies used to go to PTQ's and other road trips. It was such an exciting moment in my life. WHY? Just the pure pleasure of going out to Chicago on a weekend and prepare a couple of weeks before to find out if we suceed or fail.
I remember this particular one trip that I took that still is in my mind. Going to Muncee, Indiania. There was a PTQ for Rath Cycle. Well the night before my friend, "Big Perm" didn't think we could make it all the way in time if we left early enough. You see, the van he was getting would be given to him about 3 in the morning when his Dad would dazingly drive the van back from the bar. So we had a 12 hour frame to get there.
At first I didn't think we could make it but I convinced
Perm we could. We packed, got some food, our sponcership T-shirts and money, and headed out the door. Unfortunately, I choose to be the one that would drive all the way to Indiania. Big mistake. We headed out about 4:40 in the morning stopping at a gas station to get our usual gas and Jolt, or anything that keep us awake. Snacks are good!
I headed out through Chicago and down Route 65 towards downtown. There were about 6 of us in the van. The idiot friends I had in the back were messing around the whole time. Mostly we had a youngin' in the car that we always picked on. Poor guy, but he liked the attention and it was his first trip to a big tournament, especially with us.
A couple of hours was spent on quessing MTG cards by flavor text,etc.
After that was jumping around and wrestling in the back. All the meanwhile I am driving like 90 M.P.H to get our ass there. I felt like the parent but it was funny to watch our yougin' get his butt beat up by a couple of my friends.
After a couple of hours I started to figure out that going all the way downtown and then backtracking by the main highway to Muncee was going to be impossible. Mission Impossible that is.
Luckily for my friends, I was smart enough to find another route there, and quickly, meanwhile, did I tell you I driving like 95 M.P.H. now? Oh yeah, I was cruising. Trying at least. So I look at the map with one foot on the gas, the other holding up the map with my left arm and steering with my right. Looked funny but I was damned if I let my friends find a route. Those idiots.
There was some sideroads that would cross through farm land I head for it. I wasn't hard but the weirdest route I have ever took. I went through 3 towns along the way. Wow Indiania is a dead state. *Sigh*
We make good time and arrive in time. Thanks to me with a hour to spare! We head in and see it was a big building but had us in the smallest rooms there. I swear WOTC needs to learn how to situate things better. How come whenever I see pictures of other PTQ's in other states the room is huge with nice place settings and comfy chairs. *Sigh*
I set up and the tournament starts.
First round I win. I am hard for details right now since it has been so long.
Second round. I am winning and about to kill my opponent when....
Judge: "where is your counters for that creature?"
ME: "Oh sorry don't know let me put some on."
Judge: "well I will have to give you a game loss for this"
ME: "It's no big thing let me just put some on"
Judge: " whats your dci # and name?"
ME: *SIGH*
I was quite upset over a petty thing like this but I moved on....
Third round: Just casted a creature
The same judge sees me and comes over.
Let's just say it wasn't pretty. I had JUST casted the creature and he was pounding me about it.
Another game loss.
This time I lost it. I told him where to go and if he had anything to say about it we could talk outside.
Not my best performance. My opponent was even pleading to the judge that it wasn't necessary.
Well, the judge took off quickly. Hmmm wonder why.
I was DQ'ed
*sigh*
That was the tournament for me. All wells that ends well.....
We drive back and I sleep in the back of the van seats. Tired and irratated I tried to forget the days events.
But thest times I still remember and miss. Even the BAD times such as this I ponder about.
Where did they go?
My friends have moved on, and with them, the game also....
I still have a few more touranment runs left in me but haven't found the group yet and time is running out.
What will happen? Only time knows.
HOUTS
The one and only,
ME
I am back. I will try to keep updating recent touranaments I do and other topics.
But let me change subject to life with MTG.
I remember long ago when all my MTG buddies used to go to PTQ's and other road trips. It was such an exciting moment in my life. WHY? Just the pure pleasure of going out to Chicago on a weekend and prepare a couple of weeks before to find out if we suceed or fail.
I remember this particular one trip that I took that still is in my mind. Going to Muncee, Indiania. There was a PTQ for Rath Cycle. Well the night before my friend, "Big Perm" didn't think we could make it all the way in time if we left early enough. You see, the van he was getting would be given to him about 3 in the morning when his Dad would dazingly drive the van back from the bar. So we had a 12 hour frame to get there.
At first I didn't think we could make it but I convinced
Perm we could. We packed, got some food, our sponcership T-shirts and money, and headed out the door. Unfortunately, I choose to be the one that would drive all the way to Indiania. Big mistake. We headed out about 4:40 in the morning stopping at a gas station to get our usual gas and Jolt, or anything that keep us awake. Snacks are good!
I headed out through Chicago and down Route 65 towards downtown. There were about 6 of us in the van. The idiot friends I had in the back were messing around the whole time. Mostly we had a youngin' in the car that we always picked on. Poor guy, but he liked the attention and it was his first trip to a big tournament, especially with us.
A couple of hours was spent on quessing MTG cards by flavor text,etc.
After that was jumping around and wrestling in the back. All the meanwhile I am driving like 90 M.P.H to get our ass there. I felt like the parent but it was funny to watch our yougin' get his butt beat up by a couple of my friends.
After a couple of hours I started to figure out that going all the way downtown and then backtracking by the main highway to Muncee was going to be impossible. Mission Impossible that is.
Luckily for my friends, I was smart enough to find another route there, and quickly, meanwhile, did I tell you I driving like 95 M.P.H. now? Oh yeah, I was cruising. Trying at least. So I look at the map with one foot on the gas, the other holding up the map with my left arm and steering with my right. Looked funny but I was damned if I let my friends find a route. Those idiots.
There was some sideroads that would cross through farm land I head for it. I wasn't hard but the weirdest route I have ever took. I went through 3 towns along the way. Wow Indiania is a dead state. *Sigh*
We make good time and arrive in time. Thanks to me with a hour to spare! We head in and see it was a big building but had us in the smallest rooms there. I swear WOTC needs to learn how to situate things better. How come whenever I see pictures of other PTQ's in other states the room is huge with nice place settings and comfy chairs. *Sigh*
I set up and the tournament starts.
First round I win. I am hard for details right now since it has been so long.
Second round. I am winning and about to kill my opponent when....
Judge: "where is your counters for that creature?"
ME: "Oh sorry don't know let me put some on."
Judge: "well I will have to give you a game loss for this"
ME: "It's no big thing let me just put some on"
Judge: " whats your dci # and name?"
ME: *SIGH*
I was quite upset over a petty thing like this but I moved on....
Third round: Just casted a creature
The same judge sees me and comes over.
Let's just say it wasn't pretty. I had JUST casted the creature and he was pounding me about it.
Another game loss.
This time I lost it. I told him where to go and if he had anything to say about it we could talk outside.
Not my best performance. My opponent was even pleading to the judge that it wasn't necessary.
Well, the judge took off quickly. Hmmm wonder why.
I was DQ'ed
*sigh*
That was the tournament for me. All wells that ends well.....
We drive back and I sleep in the back of the van seats. Tired and irratated I tried to forget the days events.
But thest times I still remember and miss. Even the BAD times such as this I ponder about.
Where did they go?
My friends have moved on, and with them, the game also....
I still have a few more touranment runs left in me but haven't found the group yet and time is running out.
What will happen? Only time knows.
HOUTS
The one and only,
ME
