"I'm Bringing Nerdy Back"

Saw that on a T-shirt earlier.  Been B-boxing ever since.

Herr Fernseher here, Brent's acting assistant.  Well, I am actually finding myself hoping Brent does poorly in game three and four; if he is not competing as well as he hopes, then I might have a chance of talking him into finding the beer pong table here at the hotel later tonight.  I'd say my chances are 50/50.  Look and see:

Some competitors came hungry.  Apparently, Brent came thirsty.

One of the most amusing sights of the weekend was finding Brent pacing outside the locked doors of the hotel bar 10 minutes before they opened, occasionally stopping to peer longingly through the windows.  One would think I have a good chance of talking him into beer pong later tonight.  However...

Cliffsnotes:  Stay tuned!  After the break, a near rant, a couple of Strictly Average milestones, and a pixblitz!

Could be a Victory

Something was telling me that Brent was winning his third game, so maybe no beer pong after all.

What about game two you ask?  Brent lost.  But not by much.  Some people were giving up 47 points when they lost.  I think I heard that Brent gave up 8.  He's moved from table 42 to table 53 for the third game.  They are not posting a lot of info, but I'm assuming I can infer group standings from table numbers.  (That's how it was yesterday for the doubles tournament when they were posting the teams scores.)

As an aside, if promoters really want to grow war gaming as hobby/sport, then they need to cater to spectators.  Some people won't pay $50-$500 to participate in and event like this, but they would pay $15 to watch the kind of people who do.  All you have to do is make a production.  Post results large.  Publish player profiles.  Put top players up on some kind of well-lit, centrally located platform with spectator seats around it.  I know full well that some loathe elitism in any form, but this will grow the hobby.  I'd rather this be done soon by people who love the games and the community, than by someone who is motivated by profit alone.  Let me use myself as an example:  I suck at golf, but I (occasionally) enjoy watching excellent golfers.  Better example:  I really suck at chess, but I would pay to spend a weekend at a top-draw chess tournament.

Maybe more headache than it's worth, but bringing in vendors would also be cool.  I am not competing this weekend, and so I've got time to shop.  My money is burning a hole in my pocket, but since there isn't a big score set up for spectators here, I'm left laying plans to get my friend ("master") to come play Beer Pong with me.  Maybe I'm off-base here; if so I blame Brent for buying me beer and then giving me access to his blog.  Hmm.  Yes, I'm going to do it.  Dear Reader, allow me to introduce you too Strictly Average's first emoticon:

:)

Ok, that felt good.  Maybe we should name him.  Any ideas?  I veto "Smiley" right now.  Anyway, while on the subject of Strictly Average milestones, happy 300th.  Yes, this is the 300th post.  Everyone should know by now that Brent couldn't have done it without forced labor (me, Herr Fernseher), but at least this isn't a writer's mill where I wouldn't even get named.  If I had a lick of ambition, I'd be linking to my own anemic blog, but that would be a big waste of time for everyone.  In fact, I suspect I may have begun rambling and may even  be coming dangerously close to a rant.  I wonder how well Brent is holding his Shiner?  I don't smoke and I think I may still go have a cigarette.. brb.  Oh, snap, I'm slipping into l33t.  Sorry, Brent, this is all falling apart.


We interrupt this program to get a grip...


Ok, Herr Fernseher here, maintaining.  What's his face whose eyes glaze over at 750 words probably checked out of this post early.  His loss.  Now we can get to the point...ah, crap, what was the point?   

Ah, deliverance.  This just in:  Game Three was in fact a Solid Victory for Brent, and

Celebrating the game 3 victory with Shiner Bock

 ...my chances of getting Brent to Beer Pong--a true competitor's sport--are looking better.

And now for this post's pixblitz:

I thought this was a big tank...

Until I saw one as large as a storage gin.  Mmmm...gin.  No, no, I meant "storage bin"  (Stupid typos.  "Bad, typos, bad!)

And Doom Divers think their ride is fly!  (I met a nice guy named Patrick who did this. 
He has some cool Orks.  More to come...)

Shout out to the city of Austin:  I love ya.  Everywhere else in the state I pay import/premium prices for a Shiner Bock beer, but here in the capitol of Texas, Shiner is always cheap.  Also, I'm kind of a music snob, and I've been enjoying most of the lobby's music.  Why did I ever move away?

WAR Games Con, FTW!

Happy 300th, Brent!