Minneapolis Massage Magic

Friday, January 16, 2009

Despite my best planning, my drive to the tournament was litany of fiascos. The weather was fine, surprisingly enough, and I made great time. I had prepared before leaving, with a map of Bank of America locations so I could get some cash, and a list of massage therapists to call. I found one right off I-94, along a route that would still take me to the BofA on White Bear Ave and then to Coon Rapids. I scheduled just 30 minutes, and I still had plenty of time when I left. When I returned to the car, however, I had a return call from another massage therapist, one who offered a 1/2 hour for just $25, and right at the White Bear Ave exit--no detour at all. Getting to Coon Rapids on time was going to be tight, but I just cannot pass up a $25 massage.

Upon leaving that second massage, it was rush rush rush up White Bear Avenue so I could get food and cash before heading to Coon Rapids. It was past nine, so my options were limited, but I found a halfway decent hot dog. When I got up to where the Bank of America was supposed to be, however, I realized I had made a big mistake. I had forgotten that all, or most, of the Bank of America ATMs in M/SP are in malls. Even if the doors to the mall had still be open (around 9:20, 9:25 maybe), it would take too long to get in and out. I had to bypass it and hope to get cash later (though exactly when was in question given the harsh schedule).

Once back on the interstate I discovered that Streets & Trips had misplotted the new store in Coon Rapids. It was actually much closer, and right off the highway, at some 10 minutes closer than I had originally thought. Had I realized that earlier, I could have stopped at the mall for cash. But it gets better, the instant I saw the store I had a deja vu feeling. First thing I did upon entering was to ask it if was the new store, and I was told it had been open for two years. AARRGHH!!! I had moved around some records incorrectly in my database, and because of that I had driven 30 miles out of my way, unnecessarily. That was 30 minutes fewer of precious, precious sleep. BIG MISTAKE!!!

It looked like I wasn't going to get 8 hours anyway, so I went ahead and took a brief detour downtown to see if the ATM in downdown Minneapolis was easily accessible. Nope--it was in a bulding, and the building was closed. Continued on to the Comfort Inn and finally had to deal with the fact that I had not yet from Eric Harshbarger, with whom I was sharing a room. I called the hotel and was transfered to his room, but there was no answer. Puzzled, I called the hotel again and asked if there was a message for me. Nothing. Crap.

Since I wasn't sure what was going on with Eric, I bypassed the hotel and went over to the Mall of America. There was an BofA ATM there, and if either of the two Starbucks happened to still be open (around 10:30 now) I'd save myself time in the morning. No luck on the coffee front, but the BofA was just a hundred feet or so from the entrance I chose.

Headed back towards the hotel wondering if I'd have to try sleeping in the car, but Eric answered and said a key was waiting for me at the desk. A bit past 11:00 when I got into the room, so I hoped to get close to 8 hours. I'd been working on my internal clock since Monday (thanks to the cops plus some jerk at Starbucks), getting to bed before 10:00, or even 9:00, each night, and getting up earlier and earlier. I'd not had much coffee that day, and I expected to fall sleep quickly. I was thus mystified as I tossed and turned. When I noticed that the time was 1:10 AM, my puzzlement turned to anxiety. The memories of my difficulties during the previous year's Redeye were still fresh in my mind, and I figured I was looking at a repeat performance.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Eric was up at a ridiculous hour, and before he left I asked him to let Annette know I might forfeit might first game. Had trouble sleeping past 6:55, however, so quickly jumped in the shower to wake myself up and rushed downstairs in time to play Steve Pellinen.

I should have stayed in bed. I don't know if anybody has gathered statistics correlating score and/or win-percentage with the number of Es drawn, but I'm sure there must be a correlation. I drew just two against Steve, and I was walloped accordingly.

My luck turned around quickly, though to be fair, Ira Freehof has to take some credit for my success in our second game. I suspected BLINS* was phony when I played PREZES but I took the chance. Winning the challenge on SOMEWAY--that was a surprising gift. Actually what was surprising was that I even found the word. I usually don't even bother looking for bingos in racks like AEMOSWY. I was extremely close to just throwing down YOW, in part because I had the previous year's time trouble fresh in my mind. I had resolved to shave time off my turns to compensate for slowndown due to fatigue. Anyway, it's good I slowed down a bit and took the time to separate WAY on my rack. Once I did that, SOME came quickly, and with the bingo and extra turn I was able to amass enough of a lead that when I saw WOODInG with no idea if it was good or not, I could afford to take the chance, and that got me yet another extra turn. The second blank, and ENTRIEs--just icing on the cake of great spread that I was starting to bake.

Obviously I had not had time to go find breakfast, and I had resigned myself to fruit and yogurt. I've never care for what hotels typically call a "continental breakfast", but what choice did I really have but to check it out. Imagine how surprised I was, then, when I saw, first, oatmeal, and then, waffles!!! Waffles waffles waffles, YAY WAFFLES!!! They had to be an omen,. I was bound to have a good tournament.

Infused with the power of waffles, I went on to beat Andy Gaertner and then wallop Dave Lockrem. I did not get complacent, however. Those scrubby scrubs always have potential to be dangerous. Though I opened with OBVIA(T)ED and continued to score well, Carol Dustin managed to score well enough to take a 65-point lead when she bingoed with MeDDlIN(G). Had Carol not given me a hook for AURORAE three turns later, I would have had to make up 65 points without a bingo. Which I might very well have done considering I played one of my best games ever, just 7.2 equity points dropped.

I had little interest in the buffet lunch. I wanted to use the break to try and squeeze in another massage, but I had I'd left my phone charger back at the office. Besides needing the phone to try and schedule a massage for the evening break, I just felt uncomfortable and vulnerable without it. Driving back to Powers Lake in winter weather without a phone seemed an unnecessary risk, but I grumbled at having to buy another charger because I was very close to dumping Sprint in favor of AT&T. Couldn't do it 'til July, though, because of that stupid 2-year contract--hate those things.

At least there was Sprint store near the closest Starbucks, and also near a Potbelly, so I could take care of everything all at once and get back in time to dance with Steve Hartsman. Whatever you might think of our distinguished garbage collector, he did not lie when he stated that I was always a step ahead. Despite his comment, I wasn't about to pat myself on the back. 5-1 and a killer spread meant nothing against the weaker players. I'd been in that situation before, beating up on the scrubs only to collapse when I faced the real deal.

I could hardly have faced a realer deal than eventual winner Robertus Robinsky (now that he's grown up, shouldn't we use his full name), and what an introduction to the gauntlet of real players it was!!! It was such a wild game that my description cannot do it justice--you have to see it. Only thing I have to add over the annotation is that I really, really, wanted to challenge ISOGAMI(C)*. I seemed to remember hearing Joel Sherman talking about such a play, maybe by him or his opponent, and expressing surprise that the word wasn't good. But I couldn't risk a 185-point triple-triple without being sure--who could?

Annotated Game

My luck couldn't continue uninterrupted--it's just too bad it had to happen against #3 Mark Kenas and his word knowledge. S(A)NDSOAP--what the heck kind of word is that?

Annotated Game

Frank Tangredi once commented that I'm more critical of myself than I am of others. I don't know if that is true, but I make a genuine effort to call it like I see it. As such, in the case of Winter versus Bradley Whitmarsh, Part the First, I must state that I fully deserved to lose that game. F(L)OAM* and OO(D)LE*--what was I was thinking? I knew full well that that Whitmarsh is the wrong person to try phonies against, so why did I convince myself those words were good?

Annotated Game

Nothing special about my game against David Weiss, except for two cool words, VAMPY and FUCK(E)R. My game against Lisa Slankard was even less noteworthy, except for my attempt to blitz through the game so that I would have more time for the quick massage I had tentatively scheduled. I rushed out and immediately cursed the weather--it had begun snowing! The flurries were still light, but that was enough to slow me down a bit. Actually the worst thing about the snow was the effect it had on my windshield (since my wipers didn't work). I spent much of my drive struggling to see the road. That factor alone made the drive "interesting", but things got really crazy when I suddenly found myself driving the wrong way on W 35th St. I suppose other drivers might have been a little freaked out when they realized their mistake, but I took the situation in stride, probably because I was more focused on trying to get the correct podcast to play on my laptop. I tell you, it is the mark of true driving skill to be able to drive against traffic with little or no visibility while paying attention to my computer.

I returned from my driving hijinks to find Michael David waiting and a few minutes off my clock. Not that time mattered in that game. Michael had some serious mojo working in his favor. He had spent much of the day in or near first place, and given his #16 seeding I had to wonder how he was doing it. Well, as soon as I saw the crap I was drawing compared to Michael's, I knew the answer. As horrible as that game was, I still could have won at the very end if that last tile in the bag had not allowed an out play.

Annotated Game

That loss was irksome, true, but its sting was mitigated by the fact that my next three opponents were all scrubs. I was extremely fatigued, and not having to face Sherman and Adamson until the next morning was extremely fortuitous. I fully expected to win all three games and lock down first place, but I had forgotten to factor in the rule that states that the more you want to sleep with a player, the greater the likelihood that she will beat you.

Neither Angelina Scroggins nor Lynda Finn posed a problem, but Susan Rhea sidelined me with none other than the good ol' Nutsack, the undeserved late baby-bingo followed by killer X and J plays. It wasn't bad enough that Susan spurned my advances back in '03--she had go and ruin what would have otherwise been a spectacular day.

No time to dwell on my loss, however--sleep was paramount. Thankfully, Friday night's sleeplessness did not pay me a return visit, and I was soon lost in blissful exploration of the dream dimension.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Well, at least until 6:30. Given my level of fatigue, I had hoped to sleep as much as possible. I had even told my next opponent, Joseph Gaspard, that I would be late, and I had set my alarm for 7:10. Giving up some clock time strategically would be well worth it if it meant being more alert the rest of the day.

Unable to sleep, I went ahead and dragged myself into the shower and then rushed over to Starbucks. Called ahead for a grande coffee, and the barista was about to tell me I could order when I got there when I quickly interrupted her and said I was in a big hurry and need to be back by 7:00. Fortunately she assented, and I avoided having to put that store on my list.

When I returned to a face Joseph Gaspard, the round had not yet commenced, and Joe commented, "You're early." Well, I might have been sleep-deprived, but I was still alert enough to correctly recall that (J)ARRER* is no good. The 42-point play would have brought Joe within 11 points. Instead, I had time to clean up my rack and bingo to extend my lead to the point that Joe's late-game bingo did not threaten me at all.

Good tiles continued into my game with Tim Adamson, and I got down AN(T)ImONY early. Tim couldn't seem to get any momentum, and I got down PRATERS, and an extremely surprising challenge, for a practically insurmountable lead, before Tim got down a bingo of his own.

Annotated Game

For the third game in a row, I got the good tiles when I needed them, against another strong player, Joely Sherman. I'm sure he's not in love with the name Joely, but I think when I win I should get to call him Joely. Sounds better than The Daemon, don't you think? Anyway, like I said, I got some good tiles, but I also played a couple of good bingos, UNID(E)AEd (love that word) and LENTIS(K)S.

Annotated Game

My sweet little run of three wins was ended by Eric Harshbarger and his three bingos, but I was more concerned with getting on the road ASAP for another quick massage. Mid-tournament massages seemed to be working for me so far, so why not keep them going, I thought. Traffic was a better than the night before, and I had time for coffee and Potbelly's before the massage. I arrived early enough that I considered going for 45 minutes, but I thought better of it and was able to return to the playing room with hardly any time off my clock.

My excellent performance in the first half of the tournament had consequences--once the round-robin portion ended (round 19), pairing was based on performance, and my next five rounds included Adamson, Sherman, Kenas, and Robinsky. I started off with Gaspard though, and picked up a win, but I did not really expect to get lucky tiles against Adamson and Sherman a second time.

Annotated Game

Annotated Game

I expected more of the the same against Kenas, but something rather unexpected occurred. After I lost a turn trying MOLED*, I was pretty much resigned to lose, but Mark suddenly started making a series of low-scoring plays that allowed me to take the lead. Then I managed back-to-back VOX for 63 and QAT for 37, and with a blank on my rack all of a sudden I felt a surge of momentum that carried me to victory. Immediately after the game I had to ask Mark what happened. His reply was simple--he was tired. Wow. I had been so concerned with my own fatigue that it hadn't even occurred to me that other players might be affected.

Annotated Game

Another win against Robinsky looked promising for most of the game, but my tenth play, MOW, gave Rob the overlap line he needed for a double-blank bingo. That was one of my toughest plays of the tournament, I think--what would you have done?

Annotated Game

Three out of the my previous four games had been double-blankings, and it could have even been four if Mark hadn't kept making small fishing plays. I finally drew a blank, against Joel Sherman, but I chickened out and let him get away with HOOPLAH*, and that mistake dramatically reduced my chances. Dang--I had encountered HOOPLAH* before, in club I think--I should have challenged. Still might have won if I had blocked Joel's bingo, on turn 9. Quackle and Joel both liked I(D)EM, but I think I should have blocked. With just 20 tiles in the bag, Joel's GUNM(ET)AL gave me good chances at that second blank--leaving all those lines open was too risky.

Annotated Game

Almost blew my rematch with Michael David, though I'm still unsure of what I should have done. Michael's SOLANI(N)E at B1 cut my lead to 65 but left just six tiles in the bag. With 30-points for WE, I'd go up 95 and be able to survive a second bingo... unless Michael got 3x3 I(S)OTHERM or I(S)OTHERE. Instead, my 8-point blocking play allowed Michael to play for 36 and cut my lead to 37. I could no longer survive a bingo, and while my blocking play of LENT was the best, Michael could have had a B bingo.

Annotated Game

Dammit, dammit, dammit!!! I had one final chance at first, but I had to beat Robinsky. Once again I started with a bingo, double-double CEL(E)RIEs, and once again he muttered under his breath. But just like our last game, my early bingo meant nothing. Rob came back with a great find, SOUBISe, and when I retook the momentum with BRITTLE(S) he came back with XU for 52 and then AMNESIA. My tiles fizzled in the endgame, and Rob went to 19 wins, out of my reach.

Annotated Game

Third was still a possibility, maybe even second depending upon the outcome of the Robinsky/Sherman game, but my chances started looking slim right away when Bradley Whitmarsh responded to my (B)ANtERED with double-double (t)WIRLInG. I managed to come back and stay with Brad throughout the game, but at the very end it looked like I was going to lose, and trying to decide between fishing for the bingo or trying to outscore in the endgame instead was agonizing.

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No chance at 2nd b/c of the Binsky/Sherman outcome, but I could still take third if I could get past Adamson. I started trailing right away when I gave Tim the C for EX(C)ITERS. I couldn't help but be distracted by my misfortune there. If not for that C, maybe Tim would have tried EXITERS*, which I knew was no good (or maybe he wouldn't have--no way to tell). A few turns I drew a blank, but I passed on BUILDeD (WHY IS THAT GOOD???) while Tim extended his lead even further with WANTERS. Then I drew the other blank, and I sensed my chances dwindling to nothing. What I needed was to bingo and then draw the other blank. Instead, I couldn't even find any of the many bingos in ADOSS?? through W. I got amazingly lucky, frankly, that once I finally did bingo I drew the Z--without it I would have lost, 'm sure.

Annotated Game

I needed to get out of there ASAP, and thankfully Eric was able to help me out by give me cash and picking up my prize money (since he was staying until Monday). Not that leaving 15-30 early made that much of a difference, for this accursed body is aging at a frightening rate. Ten years ago, or even five, I would have easily reached the rest area 40 miles into Wisconsin, or even the one after that. While I wasn't really expecting to get that far given the fatigue that had built up over the weekend, I did not expect to start feeling dizzy immediately. I had not even driven ten miles before I started to struggle to keep focused on the road. It was another 20 or so miles to the border still, and I felt genuinely afraid that I would lose consciousness.

Opponents' Bingos
MOUTHEd
ANKER(I)TE
INCuRVE(S)
OREgANO
MeDDlIN(G)
BLEATiN(G)
KINDEST
EXUVIAl
ISOGAMI(C)*
(R)EPARTEE
(S)PINDLES
R(U)MPLiER
ANDANTE
S(A)NDSOAP
(P)RETENSE
I(N)TeRRED
(P)ANELING
JITTErS
IRONERS
GRIeVER
YESSiNG
(U)NWArMED
DESTINE
InKLESS
qUATRES
BROMINE
pAINTED
POSTERs
LEmONAD(E)
CRED(I)TOR
MiDGETS
dEBONED
LACIEST
sUgARED
PRONATE
GLIstER
(P)ROFILES
HOOPLAH*
CLER(G)IEs
SOLANI(N)E
SOUBISe
AMNESIA
(t)WIRLInG
INERTIA
EX(C)ITERS
WANTERS

My Bingos
SOMEWAY
WOODInG
ENTRIEs
TERRAN(E)S
DiREFUL
bRATTLE
OBVIA(T)ED
AURORAE
GUINEAS
(S)EDITION
(R)ENATURE
SoRICIN(E)
(A)MNESTIC
ORIGINA(L)
N(O)RTHERS
FAVOr(I)TE
SERIATE
GRA(T)I(N)EES
(L)OUSIEST
(F)EINTInG
RO(I)STERS
ENTICEd
B(E)DOUINS
GUER(I)DON
ENSURER
VULG()AREr
NAILERS
OvERFI(S)H
bAN(D)AGER
SENARII
FArINO(S)E
AN(T)ImONY
PRATERS
UNID(E)AEd
LENTIS(K)S
TELERAN
(F)LOORAGE
ETESIAN
ANTE(D)ATE
REA(C)TING
DE(L)ATION
SEmOLIN(A)
DRUGGIe
(U)NEROTIC
LIVERI(E)S
sTARTER
MARINER
(A)DULATOR
CEL(E)RIEs
BRITTLE(S)
(B)ANtERED
T(R)INKEts

Missed Bingos
ETCHaNT
EN(D)ORSOR
U(N)CINATE
(S)hIPYARD
(E)NGIRDeD
HEREUNT(O)
AK(I)NETIC
FUTURAL
TRAMLES(S)
BUDDLeI(A),BUILDeD
bASS(W)OoD,SASs(W)OoD,SAp(W)OoDS,pASS(W)OrD,(W)oODSiAS

Analysis

#1 - L - Pellinen
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0	JE(U)
0.6	GITE	ESTOP (not best)
5.8	F(L)OP	F(L)OG (dang, I had feeling PRST might be better than GRST)
0	QIS
3.6	TROG	suspect Steve has blank so play safe
2.1	(P)RAO
0	LAD
0	STRAW
0	PAY
3.2	(G)AUD
0*	T(A)G
0*	ZI(N)
0	N(EVER)


#2 - W - Freehof
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12.3	PREZES/(BLIN)S*	ZE(B)RA
0	JU(B)A
0	SOMEWAY
0	FINE
3.7	BEE
4.5	ADO
0	WOODInG
1.2	(G)UV
29.9	N(O)TCH	ETCHaNT
0*	YUR(T)
6.1	RET
0	ENTRIEs
27	MENSA
0	F(U)N


#3 - Gaertner
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0	NIX
0	EWE
0	TERRAN(E)S
10.3	VEG
7.4	CA(P)UT	CO(P)OUT
14.5	DIDO	DOOD(O)O
0	ZO(A)RIA
0.3	BIMAH
5.7	S(L)ICE
8.1	H(U)NT
18.9	VE(G)
16.5	J(A)W
0	OBLaST


#4 - W - Lockrem
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0	OBIA
10.4	PINONE*
0	CUKE
22.6	DiREFUL	w(ON)DERFUL
2.1	EX
22.6	DO
1.9	HOI(S)E
0	DIR(KI)NG
0	AAL
0	JAW
0	FR(A)P
0.1	bRATTLE
2.2	TUG
0	YIN
0.8	SHE
0	MITE


#5 - W - Dustin
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0	OBVIA(T)ED
0	MOCK
0	QIS
0	AIOLI
0	ETA
2.1	AVE(R)
5.1	FATE
0	AURORAE
0	GUINEAS
0	(S)EDITION


#6 - Hartsman
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0	FIGHT
0	MAX
9.8	JEER	JERSEY
8.7	YOWIES
0	CANNER
0	A(J)UGA
0	(R)ENATURE
0	IVY
0	DROOP
0	SoRICIN(E)
10	WHE(E)P
5	FLU


#7 - Robinski
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0	-BPPQ (CST)
0	(A)MNESTIC
0	WORDY
0	ORIGINA(L)
0	N(O)RTHERS
6.7	FRUG	FUG (keep ERV? vs EV?)
0	EYE
0	FAVOr(I)TE
0	KNO(L)L
4.8	BANAL
10	(AL)T	missed Rob's (D)UI out


#8 - L - Kenas
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0	J(A)Y
9.4	NUB	BLUE(JAY)
0.7	RELI(C)
2.8	KOI
0	SERIATE
0	HI(L)I
0	W(A)IVE
46.7	challenge S(A)NDSOAP
0	W(H)IZ
4.6	LE(T)CH/C(RUMPLIER)
16.5	O(P)T
3	MOT(I)F


#9 - L - Whitmarsh
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32.4	lose turn (F(L)OAM*)
5.4	(J)ORAM	MACA(C)O
2.1	FOY	OFAY
0	AITCH
0	I(C)Y
1.3	GRA(T)I(N)EES	RESEA(T)I(N)G,S(T)I(N)GAREE (not best)
18.3	PUTZeS	SPeLTZ
44.5	lose turn (OODLE*)
8.2	DIODE	DOODLE I totally deserved to lose
6.4	KO(T)	KA(Z)OO,GA(Z)OO
3.6	LOX
1.1	(Z)IG
0	V(E)GIE


#10 - W - Weiss
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0	VAMPY
0	FOB
0	(L)OUSIEST
8.3	WATER 14J	WATTER,WATER B10
0	Q(I)
9.4	BERTH(A)	KEB(A)R/(FE)R
0	FUCK(E)R
0.8	(F)EInTING
3.2	WOOE(D)
2.8	ORE
9.2	VEN(T)	best block I could see
20	AX
5	Z(E)D


#11 - W - Slankard
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0	BEVY
0	FUZE
0	FLAG
0	JET
0.2	DUTCH	DUNCH
31.4	OE	EN(D)ORSOR
0	RO(I)STERS
14.1	(E)XUL(T)
0	TW(I)ER
2.7*	ENTICEd
2.3	HIE
11.8	MI	AMOrINI
0	IONIc


#12 - L - David
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9.7	AMU	OA(K)UM
0.8*	-AEEO
2.3*	AA	ADA(G)ES,SEADO(G),DA(G)OES
11	ODEA
0	JO
0	GEL
0	B(E)DOUINS
0	LI(E)N
4	NITER
6	OFT
0*	OWN
0	QUAGS


#13 - Scroggins
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0	AVIDLY
12.7	GUERI(D)ON
0*	COT
47.9	TUNIC(A)E	U(N)CINATE
7	Q(U)A(G)S
2.5	ZOO(I)D
1.9	ENSURER 13B
0	JEW(E)d
0	VULG(A)ReR
0	TETHS
0	NAILERS
0	Y(E)


#14 - Finn
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0	LOX
0.3	RAY
1.9	JOLTER
0	SNOW
7.2	OvERFI(S)H	HO
0.7	(T)IKI







#15 - L - Rhea
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4.7	DRUG
0	bAN(D)AGER
3.3	FUCI
7.8	A(M)OUR	-OOUU (ART)
0	L(U)LU
0	TROTS
6.5	PY(E)
7.1	BORIN(G)
2.8	V(I)GS
11.8	(B)R(O)KED*
0	HEIL
0	OXO
30	Z(O)NE
0	(J)IBS
0	(WE)T


#16 - W - Gaspard
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7.5	PHT
0	WAX
0	YO(W)ED
0	QU(O)TE
0	JOG
0	(ZAG)GED
3.1	(G)LOP
9.9	AD M5
0	SENARII
0	BRIM
10.6	(A)MBIT
0.1	TAU
0	FArINO(S)E


#17 - W - Adamson
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1	(W)IZ
0	AN(T)ImONY	AN(T)INOmY
11.8	-DHQRRSV
16.3	CROCK	CROCKS/S(AE)
0	AU(K)
6.8	HIM
0	QI
6.6	FAG
0	V(O)X
0	PRATERS
0.2*	GL(E)ED
3.3*	DRAM
1.5	INDABA
2.2	VU(G)	VU(G)S (strange--why give up the S for 3 pts)
0	OS(S)IFY


#18 - W - Sherman
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1.5	UNAI
0.4	UNID(E)AEd
5.2	WOR(D)Y	O(N)YX
7	COAX	OX (give up 3 pts to leave ACLOS--odd)
0	AWOL
0	LENTIS(K)S
0	ARENOSE
12.7	UTERI	UTTER
5.1	(T)ROP
0.2	QAT
5.5	BL(I)P
0	MO
0	(P)H(I)
3	BAG
0	(E)F


#19 - L - Harshbarger
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0	(B)OGGED
4	BIO(M)E
2.3	LATTE
1.2	-DNQW
0	SEX
5	JIN
0	(J)UG
6.4	WAY
0.2	HOWFS
7.6	R(E)LIC
7.8	SLAYED
20	TINT
1	L(EX)


#20 - W - Gaspard
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2.6	MAR
4.1	TELERAN 7F
7.9	SEIF
0	(F)LOORAGE
0	FI(Q)UE
0	JAKE
6.1	TO(W)ING	(W)ONTING
0	ETESIAN
0	VIeWS
0	YID
0	COM(P)
8	(R)INS


#21 - L - Adamson
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5.9	AMIDO
0.3	EYE
9.2	-AEEGIL
7.7	A(M)IE
5.7	DOR(K)	TRO(K)ED
0	ANT(E)DATE
14.7	LOOEY
7.6	V(O)W
5.2	REA(C)TING	ARG(E)N(T)ITE
0	IZAR
15.3	XER(U)S
4	UTA
0	WAIVE


#22 - L - Sherman
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6.9	-DGLLR
11.7	BARED
0	AVID
7.4	WOO
0	GOX
6.2	HE
0	HIREE
0.8*	TROAK
14.1	LI(FE)
13	(g)UL
6.3	DE(L)ATION
0*	GAB
27	P(A)	missed Joel's V play
2	(GOX)ES
0	(C)ARN


#23 - W - Kenas
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0	-BFTV
3.7	JET(O)N
36.8	lose turn ((MOLE)D*)
4.3	DAP
7.2	FINER
0	VOX
0	QAT
0	SEmOLIN(A)
0.3*	ALOE
25.3	PAY	(S)hIPYARD
38.9	D(E)N	(E)NGIRDeD
0	DRUGGIe
0	DEFACE
0	(S)HAVIE	(S)HEAVE
2	H(I)KE


#24 - L - Robinsky
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0	(U)NEROTIC
0	QA(I)D
1.3	KIRS	SKIRR
4	CH(I)VE
19.1	LIVERI(E)S	LIVIERS
50.4	UH	HEREUNT(O)
0	REAT(A)
1.8	TONE
0	P(I)NNAS
3.7	MOW
1.4	SEAM
0	BUNG


#25 - L - Sherman
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0	PIETA
24.4	(S)ICKEN	AK(I)NETIC
0	TAWNY
0.7	AZON
0	sTARTER
4.3	B(ON)Y
17.5	QU(A)	ROQU(ET)
0	DROID
0.7	I(D)EM
12.2	GRA(C)ED
0	DIVIN(E)


#26 - W - David
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7.5	AIRY
5.5	OHIA	HAJI (next to DWS--that's insane!!!)
7.9	JIG
0	MARINER
0	VIS
0	(A)DULAToR	ULT(R)AReD (unsure),ULT(R)ADRy
59	ARTFUL	FUTURAL
0	(Q)UIZ
0	TOAD
0	G(R)OVED
15.1	C(O)W	block 3x3 I(S)OTHErE or I(S)OTHErM
0	LENT
14	STONE(D)	SO(F)TEN


#27 - L - Robinsky
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0.2	CEL(E)RIEs	fLE(E)CIER,ERECtIL(E)
2.6	FIERY
1.5	HIM
0.8	JAW	JEW (why ARBT over EBRT)
0	BRITTLE(S)
7.2	QU(A)
5.6	DEY
0	GE(E)K
6.1	PIT
0	GRAVEN
0	ATOL(L)


#28 - W - Whitmarsh
-------------------
4.1	(B)ANtERED
12.9	(D)OOMED	(D)ODGEDOM
9.7	ZEB(U)
3.6	D(R)UG
0	CONY
0	QU(A)I
0	FACT
9	SHI(F)T
0	VOL(T)A
0	HOED
4.3	M(AX)	TRAMLES(S),H(M)
0	RESLATE(D)


#29 - W - Adamson
-----------------
0	FAIRY
5.7	EPIC
---	F(I)LM
0	COVEY
0	(JO)TA
43.4	BUILD	BUDDLeI(A),BUILDeD
9.8	(W)OADS	bASS(W)OoD,SASs(W)OoD,SAp(W)OoDS,pASS(W)OrD,(W)oODSiAS
1.9	S(U)Q
7	T(R)INKEts
0	HI
26.3	ZA	ADZE/(RIPE)D
0	(Z)ED

1 - L - 1634 - 1.8 (15.3)
2 - W - 1523 - 6.1 (84.7)
3 - W - 1445 - 6.3 (81.7)
4 - W - 1399 - 3.9 (62.7)
5 - W - 1517 - 0.7 (7.2)
6 - W - 1577 - 2.8 (33.5)
7 - W - 1734 - 2.0 (21.5)
8 - L - 1809 - 7.0 (83.7)
9 - L - 1784 - 9.5 (123.3)
10 - W - 1680 - 4.5 (58.7)
11 - W - 1560 - 4.8 (62.5)
12 - L - 1513 - 2.8 (33.8)
13 - W - 1396 - 6.0 (72)
14 - W - 1454 -
15 - L - 1525 - 4.9 (74)
16 - W - 1705 - 2.4 (31.2)
17 - W - 1832 - 3.4 (51.7)
18 - W - 1831 - 2.7 (40.6)
19 - L - 1695 - 4.3 (55.5)
20 - W - 1705 - 2.4 (28.7)
21 - L - 1832 - 5.8 (75.6)
22 - L - 1831 - 6.4 (95.4)
23 - W - 1824 - 7.9 (118.5)
24 - L - 1767 - 6.8 (81.7)
25 - L - 1831 - 5.4 (59.8)
26 - W - 1578 - 8.4 (109)
27 - L - 1767 - 2.2 (24)
28 - W - 1793 - 3.6 (43.6)
29 - W - 1832 - 8.6

Avg: 4.8

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