I woke up at 8:20, prepared myself for a day of pre-release and left Totem Lodge at 8:40. I drove to Wawa for two Turkey Sausage bagels, a strawberry milk, and a gallon bottle of water. I drove another 15 minutes and arrived at the tournament venue when a terrible sense of wrongness overcame me: It was 8:55 on the morning of a pre-release and I was still in my car. Normally, by then, I’d woken up at 5:30 AM, reviewed the current set’s FAQ while on the 6:04 AM train with people who didn’t realize the event wouldn’t open until 8:00 AM.
The TO brought pizza and I was done by 4:00 PM. Being used to days at Magic Tournaments that’d scare a 19th century coal miner I couldn’t accept payment. I didn’t run a pre-release I ran a large FNM followed by a booster draft.
Went downtown and played a sealed and then a 2HG with Tom. It sucked, but was still better than a local pre-release. I miss the old format, no pity packs, and I've come to rely on them.
Went downtown and played a sealed and then a 2HG with Tom. It sucked, but was still better than a local pre-release. I miss the old format, no pity packs, and I've come to rely on them.
Went downtown and played a sealed and then a 2HG with Tom. It sucked, but was still better than a local pre-release. I miss the old format, no pity packs, and I've come to rely on them.