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So the other day I decided to host a tourney.
Innocent Bystander #1: "Wow man, good luck with that!"
Innocent Bystander #2: "Wow man, yer teh f'ing nutz!"
Me: "Yeah, so what? It should be fun."
After all of the wild thoughts circled through my head for a few minutes, I actually got up off of the ground (I had collapsed from a momentary lack of oxygen) and began to think about what I actually wanted to do.
Holding a tournament, in theory, is a piece of cake. You call up some buddies, get them to agree on a day, and have at it, right? Obviously, things turned out to be slightly more detailed than I had immediately assumed. Once I picked myself back up off the ground again (damn oxygen!), I got to work.
My first goal was to get some help. Conveniently, my teammate Tony called me at this exact moment. Of course, it was hard to understand his groggy-sounding voice (apparently, he too had been suffering from oxygen deprivation), but I eventually made out his voice as saying, "d00d, lets have a tournament!" WOOT! Great minds think alike, as I always said (No seriously, that's my quote, I invented it, and if you think otherwise, then you obviously aren't great and don't realize just how great I really was to think of that statement.)
So the details began to flow from the two of us. Well, kinda . . . you see. it's hard when two completely different people have the same idea at the same time in two different locations, because there will most assuredly be two different standards for tournament structure and whatnot. Fortunately, we could agree that Type 2 was right out of the picture, as there were already too many "twos in those last two sentences. (Count the number of twos in that paragraph and you will see two to the second power twos of ideas that we two had. Too bad this is a Mini or things could really become too difficult to fathom.)
"Vintage tournaments need to be held!" I whispered at the phone. Once I turned off the mute button, I repeated myself, much to the amusement of my partner, who had been doing the same thing on his end of the line. So obviously, we ended up getting ourselves to the nearest computer to do things in a much more humane manner.
Once I had designed a completely new website (www.norcalmagic.tk - Shameless plug), we got down to business. Our T1 tournament had to be the best thing since the last T1 tournament in our area. That meant getting at least one person to come besides ourselves. The cat just didn't cut it last time. She kept trying to mulligan god hands, and I really can't stand that kind of bad of play, so she has been banned.
Promoting began almost immediately (since some random "guest" was also on the site), and we got down to the finer details like, "where should we have the tournament?" and "how much should it cost?" and also, "what types of pet animal should be pre-banned due to being overly broken?" (Obviously, cats were right out, but we had to wonder just how well chickens could compete.)
We happen to know of an arms-smuggling warehouse that is only used during the summer months, so we immediately went about clearing out the tanks and warheads so we could fit a few tables. (We could have used the ones already there, but rumor has it a mine field would make things a bit hairy for people on the left side of said tables; we wanted to avoid as many legal snafus as possible) We also happened to procure a TV and a Pool Table as well, so alternate gaming (or porn, I suppose, if that kind of thing suits the chickens) would be available as well.
Things were looking good until we realized that a prize needed to be given out. I looked through my trade binder, but I didn't think that my foil One with Nothing would draw enough livestock, so we went about stealing procuring a Timetwister. We decided that $473 for entry was a BIT rough, so we lowered it to $15, figuring only a handful of chickens would be needed to make our money back. This left one final detail. While the little mats that you get to sit on at fancy Chinese restaurants looked nice, they weren't really very practical for the chickens to sit on. (Beanbag chairs were also out of the question for similar reasons.) Chairs and tables were rented, and now all we need to do is get to the date that we decided on the Calendar and things should be gravy.
"So what," you all might say, "is the point of all of this?" Well, to get people interested in my tournament of course! Certainly this could be applied to any event that you think will help support your local Magic scene, though.
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