I’m attempting to judge more often and volunteered to do PA States. I haven’t done States in ages and I quickly remembered why I hated this first Constructed event of the new Standard; people are playing under-tuned decks against other under-tuned decks resulting in a lot of upsets across player skill-level and a slightly higher than usual number of calls that are the judge equivalent of “what’s 2+2?”  to which the correct answer is “game loss”.  Besides this, I had a spot of a cold and the Philadelphia Convention Center was also holding a large Yu-Gi-Oh! tournament which meant we had security.  Yes, we need a security guard to protect Magic players from sticky-fingered Yu-Gi-Oh! players.

The event opened with an underwhelming 72 people which filled a 1/3 of the room resulting in us renumbering after the first round.  I don’t know why, but a lot of players said to me “thank you, Terry, I knew you were behind the renumbering”.  In round 2, we noticed a guy had his girlfriend sit behind his opponent and send text messages to him, presumably about his opponent’s hand contents, but not until a point where we couldn’t catch him doing it so we couldn’t quite DQ him.  The irony gods saw it fit for him to lose two games, then matches, due to tardiness, and get a game loss for failing to desideboard.  The last caused him to scrub out resulting in the loss of more points than if he had just been disqualified.

For lunch, I went to the Reading Terminal Market and went to a taco stand that offered “Mol Chicken” which I assumed was chicken with guacamole not the chicken with mole sauce I received which tasted like burnt toast mixed with sweetened squirrel meat.  I later found out that mole is a colloquial term for “concoction” in Mexico and that many mole sauces contain hints of chocolate.  The lunch strangeness continued when I went to the Amish bake counter and the attendant who was a girl of indeterminate pre-woman age was whistling “Ghetto Superstar”.

You may not see me at States 2011.

My pricings at the Ockanickon Magic Tournament is highly correlated with how much stuff I still have.  Normally, I sell grab bags for $5.00 but having many left I dropped the price to $3.00 or 4 for $10.  A staff member was very happy to have sold 4 at once for the first time this season, he chalked it up to ability, I chalked it up to a 40% discount.

There were a surprising number of participants considering that Week 8 was our lightest and I was very excited when Joe kept showing me cards and asking me “did I want them?” to which I always said “yes”.  The problem is that my buy decisions are normally informed by who I think will take the card and I failed to consider that my next sales opportunity was not 7 days away but 309 days away as part of the 2011 camp season (I’d lose my shirt on dealer prices and FNM folk rarely buy cards).  Should anyone at that time wish to walk down memory lane and build a standard deck from a format that’s no longer current I will be ready.

Edit: I’ve come to learn I may have lost a Foil Jace, the Mind Sculptor that night.  Damn.

Mike Kramer has found an Atari and really wanted to play it but as stopped by the fact that the beast had an 300 ohm (two wires) adapter rather than the 75 ohm of an F-connector/cable screw in thingy. I asked for a set of rabbit-ear antennas and after befuddling a number of attendants at Circuit City who kept trying to sell me TiVos and digital cable boxes not realizing that television can also be distributed through the lumeniferous ether, I found a shitty one myself. The antenna had a 75 ohm to 300 ohm converter and I mentioned to Mike that I had half a mind just to pocket the damn thing. On the way to checkout, he asked what the part looked like and I popped open the box to show him. It was gone. Looks like someone ran into the same problem and chose to steal it instead. I went back and two of the remaining three antennas were missing the converter too. Atari players of the world, unite!

While walking behind Speakman Hall, I saw a bicycle chained to a hand-rail.  This seemed a good precaution until I realized the bike’s seat cushion, handle bar covers, wheels, and chain had been stolen with no discernable damage to the D-lock.  I can’t wait to see some guy with a trench-coat standing outside the library saying “hey, you want some wheels?”