BY2 - Electric Boogaloo



Wednesday, July, 1991

It was a Wednesday in July of 1991 that one of the most anticipated, and best-selling, comic books of all time, X-Men #1 was released. Loyal readers will know my story of how that day went, but that blog only related my perspective. Every story has at least two sides. Just like, in "Live Together, Die Alone", in the stadium scene, Desmond had a different perspective than Jack, there was a character that day in 1991 who had a different perspective. Of course, this character, Magneto, is fictional, but that does nothing to diminish the resonance of his decision to create a mutant haven in outer space, and his ensuing decision defend Asteroid M with retrieve nuclear weapons retrieved from a sunken Russian vessel.



Friday, January 15, 2010

Flight from EWR into MSP arrived late. No surprise there, but I had been hopeful. Just a 20-minute delay, but it made a big difference. I had hoped to rent a car and go get a massage and some Colombian food, but despite the plethora of ads I could not find someone available immediately. 8:00 was a possibility, but by the time I ate, returned the car, and took the shuttle to the airport, it was going to be 10:00 PM, and would probably not be able to get 8 hours of sleep. I decided sleep was more important.

I was still mightily hungry, but I couldn't bring myself to pay $22 for a car just so I could get an $11 meal. $22 wasn't that much on top of the price of a massage and a meal, but paying three times the price just to get good food was a little too much. I abandoned my plan and went to find the parking shuttle, and I hoped that I could get the driver to drop me off at a restaurant on the way.

Took an escalator downstairs in the direction of the hotel shuttles, and on a nearby bank of seats I spotted a very attractive young women, busty but not too busty, in a very low-cut yellow top. A minute later one of a group of fatigued soldiers coming down the stairs broke off from his mates and went up to embrace the girl. Grrr... Given my emotional state at the time, I could not help but be bitter and jealous.

It was also the airport that got to me. There's something about an airport that makes being alone and single a more bitter experience. My memories of the film are vague, but I think Love, Actually expressed the sentiment that airports are places where people who love and care about each other meet, embrace, and generally feel loved and cared about. Thus, if you are one of the rejected, surrounded by the loved, how can you not be bitter?

Sara the shuttle bus driver went to the hotel first and said that the other driver would take me to David Fong's. While waiting for him I retrieved the keycard John Karris had left for me at the desk. I had to present my ID, and in the moment that I ducked to put my license back in my backpack the attendant had put the keycard inside an envelope-sized paper sleeve. She had written the room number on the sleeve, and as I removed the card and slid the sleeve back to here, I said, urgingly, "oh, I do not need this. You can reuse it." Her expression was blank, maybe a forced smile, as she took the sleeve and proceed it to rip it in half. AARRGHH!!! "I really wish you hadn't done that," I said, and I explained about the environment, but it was evident the issue of not wasting resources was not registering with her. Cute was she was, I could have strangled her.

Took the shuttle over to David Fong's, and during the ride the driver encouraged me several times to call for the shuttle ride back, but I said clearly I wasn't going to do that, not for such a short distance. Walking back despite the cold was the least I could do after that desk attendant had made me complicit in waste.

I shortly began to reassess my decision, when I ended up having to walk a not-inconsiderable distance up to the gas station for a canned soda. Why? Because thought Microsoft Streets & Trips was quite useful in showing me that David Fong's was the closest restaurant to the hotel, it had no way of telling me that the place had gone "corporate". That's probably an exaggeration, but it was not the mom & pop place I was expecting, as I immediately saw when I entered and saw the bar and the white people. Too many white people--never a good sign at an ethnic restaurant.

The restaurant was behind the bar, and before I even checked out the menu I knew that they weren't going to have canned sodas. A very annoying trait that is, when restaurants get too big. So I soon found my face freezing, and my legs freezing as well, because I had left my thermal underwear in my duffel bag back at the hotel.

The walk back is bitterly cold but not that bad, except for the asshole drivers. Sidewalk is covered with snow in a lot of places, so I'm walking along the road, towards traffic, of course, so I can see the cars. Occasionally a car will appear to be coming too close and suddenly veer out of the way. Some honk. Assholes--what do they expect me to do?

Pork fried rice and egg drop soup... mediocre. No surprise. So far, my trip to Minneapolis was not thrilling me, and I hoped these incidents were not bad omens. I really needed a good tournament. When I finally went up to the room I had my fingers crossed that Andrew and John would not keep me awake--on top of everything else, that was the last thing I needed.

I was pleased to discover that both Andrew Solomon and John Karris made good roommates, in that they were both ready to go to sleep around 10:00 PM, which was exactly what I was hoping for.

Andrew, incidentally, did not appear as scary in person as his cross-tables.com photo would indicate. He looks much younger, and kind of like a cross between Jason Katz-Brown and Samuel Moch.

I took the floor the first nightly, simply because Andrew had gotten to the room first, and I had to order up three blankets (because it had not occurred to John to do so). With two on the ground for padding, I had to fold the top one in half to stay warm enough, but I managed to sleep well throughout the night, much better than in 2009.

Oh, one really odd thing--the Holiday Inn did not have a microwave for guests to use (so I could prepare my Via), which was really annoying, but they did have spare microwaves that could be brought up to the room. Weird.



Saturday, January 16, 2010

I woke up feeling pretty darn good, having slept well, a bit change over 2009. I coulda felt continued to feel good, about getting my first phony down early, DRYADE* against Joseph Gaspard, but my play gave him the hook for LORRIES. Bah. I played catch-up the entire game and lost by 28.

The tournament format was double-round robin, in pairs, so it was Joseph again, and when my opening play of ULU gave him EPI(L)ATOR, I started to think it was going to be one of those tournaments. But I got back in it when his (E)XEC gave me AVIONI(C)S, and I managed to get the better draw that game.

So the night before one of the desk attendant's, the man who drove me to Fong's, was telling me about how the Green Mill, the hotel restaurant, used to be mom and pop and really good. Well, you wouldn't know it from the crappy biscuit and eggs I paid $8.12 for (with juice)!!!

Third round, my first ever game against Andrew Solomon, and even his wisdom could not fend off my superior tiles.

Fourth round, it really looked like I was going to win, even if Andrew bingoed at the end, but a tight board and a V allowed Andrew to pass me at the end.

Mark Kenas seemed to get the better draw in our first game, and I was equally a step ahead in our second. I was fine at 3-3, as I had only played players above me. Once I got to the weaker players though, I'd need to start winning more.

After our first game of the day, I became convince that Bradley Whitmarsh was drawing good tiles and making easy plays just to spite me. While others speculated whether Whitmarsh had the goods to be one of the greats, I had yet to see that greatness, especially when he made plays like JIN(N)Y*. The lost turn mattered not a white, and I lost by a clean hundred.

Next game, I was already composing my excoriation of Bradley's accursed loss, resigned to the sweep, when he just collapsed and gave me the game.

I was down in the rankings but still satisfied to have split games against the stronger players. It was time to get down to business and sweep the weaker players, but scrubby-ass Scott Jackson shot that play all to hell right away with his double blanks and pedestrian plays.

Dude tried to do it again the next game, although, as I am honor-bound to be fair, I must credit him with PREFI(R)Ed. He got the extra turn--that was my bad to challenge. But then Scott got a little cocky, thought I was off my game, and tried TURBINS*. Not gonna happen. Still didn't draw a blank after that extra turn, nor after another extra turn, SWARDED, and big the time I ended up drawing the blank it was too late to bingo. Not fair!

Steve Pellinen up next, and though I managed to control our first game, I was again cheated of my chance to sweep an opponent and go better than .500. This time a couple of easy early bingos and all the eses did me in. Frustrating.

Even more frustrating was my discovery, upon finishing dinner around 6:50, that the next round would not start until 7:50. That seemed way too long to me. We were allowed to start #13 early, but even if Peter Schwartzman agreed to this, I'd stil be held up by Lisa Odom. I asked her if wanted to get one of our games out of the way, but she had no interest in that. Damn, I really wanted to finish early and get more sleep.

A few minutes later it occurred to me that if I could jump ahead one round, why not jump ahead two? I asked Rob if he wanted to play our round 17 game, and he was up for it. I trailed for most of that game, and ever time I managed to get a lead Rob would come back with a strong play. I was sure I was done for, but I managed a one-point win. Despite what ended up happening, I'd at least have that.

Because that game went down to the wire, Rob and I kept Peter Schwartzman and Andrew Solomon waiting, and Peter was visibly impatient as we started our game. He was also tired, this being his first Redye, and that might have allowed me to win our first game. As for the second, I just overpowered him, and in a really unusual fashion. Through the first nine turns, I had drawn zero Es and just two As, and despite this I was up 125 points. I can't believe I did all that scoring with Is, Os, and Us!

Well, after 14 rounds, I had finally managed to sweep an opponent and get better than even. Had I just split games with Lisa, I would have gone to bed not unsatisfied, but I couldn't manage it. No doubt that fatigue was a factor that first game. Made a lot of mistakes, the most egregious of which was to play NO(N)GLARe for 66 points when I could have played nONGLAR(E) for 80 to take a lead and avoid giving up a counter play. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I had my chance and I blew it, and in our second game I had no chance at all.

Headed straight up to bed, but I did remember to see what my 8-8 had done to my rating in that field, and I was amazed to discover I was up to 1743 (actually lower, I would learn later). And this without counting the win against Rob. If I could performed strongly against the rest of the field, the tournament could still end up being really good.



Sunday, January 17, 2010

Dammit, dammit, dammit! Really wanted to sleep 'til 7:40 on the nose, but after Andrew and John got up to get ready to go downstairs, I couldn't fall asleep again. Having played round #17 early was not a waste, however. I was able to get up at a leisurely pace, I had time for the coffee to kick in, I had time to get breakfast. I even had time, if I so chose, to lay there, on the same bed that Andrew was going to sleep in that night, and rub one out, slowly. I wouldn't do that of course, because just like football players shouldn't have sex before a game, Scrabble players shouldn't have sex (with themselves) during a tournament.

Round 18, against Rob again, and just like the night before, I was sure I was going to lose, but I escaped, thanks to a Q stick this time. Rob was not happy.

Though Tim handily dismantled me in our first game, despite my two blanks (too little, too late), my tournament all of a sudden looked pretty good when, in our second game, with tied scores, on a tight board, I found (V)ARIETAL to take a solid lead. Even if he scored 30+ off the triple I opened, I was looking at GON(E)F for 26 and a decent leave. So what happens? Well, Tim proved why he is rated where he is, with a superb bingo, DRUM(L)INS. I could have made my play and nearly tied the game, but it sure looked like a good time for a phony, so I challenged. Still would have had a chance with my tiles, but then time got down DILATIO(N). As good as DRUMLINS was, I felt a little like my game had been jacked, as if Tim had been some ganster, Timmy Two-Toes or some-such (well, he probably does have two toes).

My next game was just crazy stupid. I should have lost in so many ways. First, I opened with a fairly egregious phony for Division 1, POG*. Steve Hartsman let it go, but he challenges off my next phony, MARVeDI*. But later, he hooks POG* with BEKNOTS, and I challenged it off because I had been suspecting POG* was phony all along. Despite this, I go on to hook POG* myself, with FRIsBEE, and I breath a sigh of relief when Steve, upon holding, writes down FRISBEE on his scoresheet, meaning he is unsure of the good word, not the phony. Like I said, crazy.

In the aftermath, Joe Gaspard would express disapproval of my enthusiasm as I related the story. Oh, jeez, Joe, lighten up. If you can't get derive evil pleasure out of getting a ridiculous phony by, what is life all about anyway?

Hartsman shoulda had me a again in our rematch, but he decided to try DE(J)ECTOR* instead of DECOR(A)TE at a point in the game where I had no choice but to challenge. I blocked the good bingo and managed to draw MELANGE, and all of a sudden I was back in the game and managed to win by 9.

With a chance to surge ahead, I was well aware of my history with Matthew Ridout, and how he had frustrated some of my previous efforts. First game, he got down the first bingo, (R)EWIDENs, and I grumbled. Had I not managed to balance my racks and find PISC(A)TOR, I could have ended up a real unhappy puppy.

Next game was tense, with the board tight, but I managed to get the first bingo down and thuse the momentum. Matthew managed to come back along a line I could not block, but I managed to get a good counterplay, FILM(I) for 39, and I had tiles good enough to prevail and win that fourth in a row.

A break, and then on to David Weiss, the bottom seed. Oh, how many times has the bottom seed luckbagged me out of prize me--I lose count. Well, unbelievably, it almost happened again!!! Leading by about 100 points on a tight board, David opened up the board, and I figured he was going to bingo once, but just once. Sure enough, he took a tight spot that I hadn't been able to block, HEAvIES(T), and that left the lines he had opened on his previous turn. My rack after (P)ARVENU (a blocking attempt) sucked, and the best I could manage to both score and block was not good enough. Despite the odds, David drew another bingo right out of the bag, ERECTI(O)N, to take a 28-point lead, and all of a sudden I was in trouble. Thankfully I found an out-in-two that won, but if David had drawn better tiles out of the back, my soul would have evaporated.

Won the next game by 71, but it wasn't a given that I would win, and that really irked me. 26 games into the tournament, and I really hadn't walked over too many opponents, which is why my spread was barely positive!!!

Hot damn--managed to survive Eric Harshbarger's double blanks to hold on for a 7th win, and to go over 1800 for the first time in a while. If I could win 2 of the last three, I'd stay over, and I could even hit 1840-something. And then pick up more points in the late bird.

Meanwhile, John Karris, who was having a really good tournament, had been coming over to check on the results of my games. He had been a few games ahead of me, but after my 7-game streak I had passed him up.

Crazy good tiles in my second game against Eric, for a 499 score and 156-point spread. Could I keep that momentum going???

Well, believe it or not, what word materialized in my first game against John Karris, but (E)NJOInER, for 110 points, to surge ahead. Even better, John had not overheard the kibbitzing after that last game against Eric, and he challenged!!! I went on to destroy him, and I salivated at the prospect of not only winning 10 in a row, but extending that streak in the late bird!!!

AARRGHH!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! MOTHER FUCKING FUCKER!!! FUCKING DREW FUCKING THREE BINGOS AND KEPT ME FROM MY TEN WINS IN A ROW!!! FUCK FUCK FUCKING MOTHER FUCKER!!! DIE DIE DIE!!! AARGHH!!!

Still, I was ahead of Lisa Odom by two games, and I was thus a lock for second place and $220. And I'd get above 1800. Big whoop. Hurray for me. What good is it for a man to gain rating while he suffers the pain of being unwanted?


No time to deal with that, though. Because the late bird was advertised to the general public as starting at 12:30, and because some players were coming just for that, we could not start early. That meant I needed to try and sleep as much as possible. I only paid John for two nights in the room, so I grabbed my things and went down to the workout room, figuring nobody would be working out that late. I might have dozed off for a few seconds, but eventually some old dude came in to run. Bah. I had to move over to an alcove (right word?) outside the playing room, and there I tried to close my eyes again until I gave up around midnight.

Changed out of my undershirt, and while I was topless I noticed the faintest hint of muscle from all the situps I'd been doing. Big whoop. Hurray for me. Not like anybody was going to notice anyway.


12:30 AM, finally, time for more fun!!! Well, not quite--we didn't begin on time, much to my chagrin, tired as I was. Stupid to play when so tired and risk all the rating I'd gained? Perhaps--the next five hours would tell.

First game, #18 Linda Wancel, Terry's BFF, who seemed waaaaay to energetic for the time of day. I had been hoping she and Denise would be too tired and drop out of the late bird, but no such luck. No such luck on the tile front, either, double-blanked, and I only managed to win by 85. With only five games, spread was critical, and 85 against such a weak opponent was pathetic.

After the game Linda said she was glad to have finally played me. She said the game "demystified" me. Watcha talkin' 'bout Wancel??? I'm an open book!

Next round, an even weaker opponent, #31, and despite two bingos I could not manage to post more than 102 spread. Absolutely awful!!!

Third game, #19, and though I started off with EGOTIsT, she got down UNLE(A)VED*, which I feared to challenge (Margaret are you grieving...) , and then my racks turned poisonous. Just 210 spread after three games, which meant I was pretty much out of contention to place.

Fourth round, my first real opponent, none other than John Karris. Tough, tough game, but with the aid of two blanks I managed the win.

Final round, BBDFLNS to open against David Herfel, and I grumbled to myself--here's where it all ends. But unlike so many games I can remember, I managed to bingo within two turns, and three turns after that I found BUOYA(G)ES. Actually, no, I take that back--what I actually played was BOUYA(G)ES*, but David did not notice. A few turns later I managed to extend my lead to 100, at which point I stopped worrying about winning the game and started thinking about maximing my spread in the hopes of winning 2nd or even 1st place. When I managed triple-triple DELI(M)Its for 149, that seemed a real possibility. And when I drew the other blank with an R slottted in another trip-trip line, and second line open beyond that, I really started thinking about extending my 200-point lead even further. Couldn't do it, though, not with GUUNRT and then UNRTVY, and I had to settle for 3rd place.

But can you believe it--another five games in a row. If not for KARRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS, I would have had a fifteen-game winning streak!!! AARRGHH!!! KARRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!!! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!

I guess I should consider that John let and Andrew share his room, and perhaps not be so harsh...

...okay, thought about it. Still wanna stab him. Grab him by the throat, get his rating and kidnap it.


And now, the challah.

But really, what would it have mattered if I had achieved that streak, and then extended it to 26 in Hudson. No number of wins could get me what I really needed, that eternal sunshine that, if it actually existed, would become the most popular medical treatment in the world. But it doesn't exist. There is no Lacuna, there is no Hakuna, no being a kahuna, no walks on the beach under la luna. Nothing. N-O-T-H-I-N-G. That's exactly what my streak, my wins, my 3rd and 2nd place, my rating meant.

Excellent Scrabble play, good job, good physical fitness progress, meeting personal development goals--you'd think I'd be pretty pleased with myself. On the contrary, it seemed the better things went for me the worse I felt, because there was a tremendous incongruity between that way I perceived my life and the fact that no woman would ever, or had ever, loved me. The only way to make sense of this was to conclude that there was something truly loathsome and repellent about myself that I just couldn't see. If I were completely out of shape, jobless, devoid of all talent, smelly, ragtag, doped up, then I could totally understand why no woman wants anything to do with me. Although, if you think about it, most of us know guys who fit that bill, and have bad teeth too, who manage to find girlfriends. Heck, girlfriends who'll wait years for them to get out of the joint, even. Because for all their loser traits, what these guys don't have is that loathsome and repellent quality that simply cannot be overcome.

No, I was better off putting my efforts into changing my outlook. I need to stop deluding myself into thinking that there was any woman who could ever find me attractive, care for me, love me. Well, finally, I realized what the problem was. As ugly as I was, my problem was that I wasn't quite ugly enough. When I looked in the mirror, it was all too easy for me to convince myself that there was a woman out there who might find me attractive. The human capacity for self-deception is immense, isn't it.

I need to correct that, and the answer was pretty obvious, and not without precedent. Great men, like Victor von Doom, Harvey Dent, and certain incarnations of the Joker, have all mutilated their faces, and they have done just fine, maybe even been the better for it. I'm sure there are other examples that I can't think of right now.

It's a tough place to go, however. Unfortunately, I feel that most people are not open-minded enough to understand the logic of preemptive self-mutilation. In fact, I suspect that some people would even say that a person who mutilates himself has some sort of psychological disorder. Imagine that.

There would be less stigma if I didn't do it myself. A car crash, for example. Maybe tell a friend that he needs to ugly me up some before I go off to prison, so I don't look too much like a pretty boy and attract the wrong kind of attention.

Not likely to happen, though. If it's going to happen, I'm going to have to handle it myself. WARNING!!! Some might find these videos disturbing. If you are squeamish, don't click!!!

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3


In case the videos get pulled from YouTube...

Part 1 (very large download)
Part 2 (very large download)
Part 3 (very large download)


Anyway, let me get one final Lost reference in. The flight back to Newark was over very quickly, because I was asleep most of the time. During the moments when I was not asleep, I was reminded of that final scene from "Through the Looking Glass" (codenamed The Rattlesnake in the Mailbox) in which Jack confessed to Kate that during every weekend's flight he prayed the plane would crash so he could get back to the Island. I did not want the plane to crash, mind you (again, please don't report me to Homeland Security), but I did want to get back to an island--the island of dreams.





Opponents' Bingos


My Bingos


Missed Bingo Turns



Analysis

#1 - L - Gaspard    
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2.1 FAIN  
5.6 DRYADE*  
0 HUIC  
8 ETUIS WISEGU(Y)
0.6 WAS  
9.9 GAP PUGG(Y)
5 COD COG,CIG (low on time)
0 IGNEOUs  
0 V(E)NT  
0 MU(C)KS  
2.4 (R)IVEN  
0 TO(N)DI  
     
     
#2 - W - Gaspard    
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9.4 ULU  
0 (R)EIFIED  
0 AVIONI(C)S  
5 BRAW BAW(D)RIC,BAW(D)IER
0 CERATOI(D) (ES)OTERICA
5.8 FR(O)W  
0 (A)DZ  
0.2 (C)ONTrAIL  
0 QUaER(E)  
0 (L)AY  
5 (G)AMINE  
0 ED  
     
     
#3 - W - Solomon    
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0 BOOKIES  
12.1 TRIPLEs  
0 WATERY  
0 -AOOUU (AN)  
0 AJAR  
0 SELEN(A)TE  
4.4 VAT  
3.6 BED  
0 DR(O)L(E)*  
3 TYRO  
0* SIX  
0 I(C)E  
4 LI(N)N  
     
     
#4 - L - Solomon    
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0 DOUGH  
10.9 AZ(A)N  
2 VIM  
0 COX  
6.7 ANE ENO(K)I
0 (C)OO  
0 OBI  
0 (G)RANULES  
0 WEARIEs  
0* JOY  
9.9 Q(I) (really thought this was the play)  
5* F(A) not sure what the play was
0 R(E)  
     
     
#5 - L - Kenas    
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9.2 GR(I)T  
3 YOU(T)H  
0 CROW  
1* WAIR  
5.3 BALDRI(C)k LABR(O)IDs
0 QI  
5.7 (EX)ED FERMI
5.1 MAE  
6.2 ROTE  
17.6 PIS EPIT(A)SIS
11 (Z)EKS  
     
     
#6 - W - Kenas    
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0 QUEERER  
34.3 (Q)UINT PR(E)UNITE
13.5 BaRKE(E)PS BREaK(U)PS
4.6 FISC  
3.5 JUNG(L)E JUGA(L)
4 A(N)OA  
0 LEGIONS  
38.4 UPON OUTPOIN(T)
3.3 DOW(S)  
0 GAIT  
62.1 DEV fail to block TOTEMIS(T)
     
     
#7 - L - Whitmarsh    
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5.8 AWE  
4 (B)EAU  
10.4 DOL  
0 RAINOUT(S)  
2.5 PUC(K)  
9 (A)IRN  
5.7 RUB  
0 OXY  
5.1 INW(AR)D  
5.6 (P)R(I)G  
6.1 (NU)LL  
--- SEI(Z)ED  
0 LE(E)T TE(E)L
     
     
#8 - W - Whitmarsh    
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1.3 GO  
16 UR(G)E  
0.2 SUE  
5.3 EATE(R) ASEA/S(PURGES)
0 (G)RADATES  
7.8 (C)HIP WHA/(YO)W(L)/H(I)/A(N)
5.6 (L)AW WI(G)WAM
18.5 WIDE(R) IDEM underlap,WIDDE(R)
0 MOLDINg  
0 JIV(ED)  
0 OY  
0 QI  
0 OF  
0 HI (best b/c pushes Brad over time)  
     
     
#9 - L - Jackson    
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5.4 NEX(T) EX(T)ERN
7.3 ZA  
0.6 EYE  
0 POSTERN  
6 V(I)LL VILL(I) (too focused on keeping I)
3.7 CHI(E)F URCHIN
5.5 (Y)UGA GENOA (unsure)
3.6 Q(I) NE(V)O(I)D
70.3 NERD DENDRON,DONNERD,REDON
5 NOW  
0.7 (K)UDO (K)UDO
33 AW  
21 S(A)U  
     
     
#10 - W - Jackson    
-----------------    
7.9 OVA  
0 (W)OK  
0 SIRENI(A)N  
35.4 challenge PREFI(R)Ed  
0.9 ZE(R)OS  
23.2 CLA(Y) CAV(Y) (moronic mistake)
0 CAVIE  
0 DEI(F)Y  
6.3 MUG SMUDGE
0 QA(I)D  
20.9 SWARDED (B)EDWARDS (unsure)
10.8 OX  
0* F(E)H  
30.2 (U)M  
17 mUTATE  
     
     
#11 - W - Pellinen    
------------------    
0 VULGO  
0 VELATES*  
0 (A)EONIC  
0 JOINS  
3.9 ME(I)NY  
0.5 (E)NTREATy  
44.2 lose turn (AUDIARY*)  
19.7 YAIRD  
10.3 EAU (block)  
0 FURANE  
18.3 US block
--- DING(O)  
--- BOO  
     
     
#12 - L - Pellinen    
------------------    
0 A(D)AGIO  
1.4 Q(U)ERY  
1.5 MIL(L)IONs  
0 WAUL  
3.2 AIDE AERIA(L)/(D)A(B)
1.2 JAB JIB (stupid)
9 W(AN)IER RECOI(L) (keep missing play to that L!!!)
8.9 VU(G) VO(D)OU (can't block up bingo line!!!)
39 lose turn ((D)OORNOCK*)  
10.7 KOR  
28.2 (E)FT  
7.3 PEC  
--- GOON  
     
     
#13 - W - Schwartzman    
---------------------    
1.7 POI  
8.2 DROVE  
9.2 ZIN(E) decide to gamble
0 QI  
0 JAB  
6.1 WAW  
0.1 -AEEEO (EN)  
0 Y(L)EM  
11.4 CUTLiNE LUCENTl(Y),NoCTULE,TENaCUL(A),CaLENTU(RE)
4.5 OAST  
0 YOD  
13.2 VEERS TEA(R) (HUGE MISS)
0 TOPI  
0 EAT  
     
     
#14 - W - Schwartzman    
---------------------    
0.8 DUMPS  
3.5 WHIT  
0 GOOD  
0.2 AAL(I)I AIOL(I)
0 LOX  
0 OUTCHId  
9.2 (U)NDID  
2.9 SNIT  
0.5 BIN  
0 OVERFIT  
0.9 GLEG  
32.1 J(OE) (weak)  
0 RA(I)  
0 (U)N  
0 (E)R  
0 R(YA)  
0 O(HM)  
0 L(ED)  
     
     
#15 - L - Odom    
--------------    
5.9 VIM  
0 FLEAB(I)TE  
5 HIKE(R)  
6.1 TURN(E)D DURN(E)D (unsure),DUNN(E)D
12.4 (F)ECUND INDUCE
6.1 A(G)EE A(G)IO,O(G)EE (tired, playing stupid!!!)
6.5 FIZ gINZO for 72!!!
0 Q(I)  
13.6 NO(N)GLARe (WRONG SPOT YOU MORON!!!)  
3.1 (O)NO  
4.5 NEVI  
10.9 SOCA  
5 OE  
     
     
#16 - L - Odom    
--------------    
7.1 COX TOXIC (wow I was stupid)
0 DOW  
6.3 (J)IN (J)ILT (feared the S)
5.1 LIE(V)ER  
4.9 PRIZ(E)  
13.7 Y(E)RK  
8.5 W(O)G  
3.1 O(R)A  
5 D(R)UG  
0 TOMATOS*  
17.7 CLOUDY  
--- ---  
     
     
#17 - W - Robinsky    
------------------    
0 JEFE  
0 REL(A)XING  
3.8 AM  
3.1 (J)OUNCE CON(G)OU
0 GLOATER  
10.8 YON M2 (opens new line)  
13.6 De(N)OTIVE mOTIVED,VOmITED
5.9 WANEY WANY (safer--this mistake cost me BIG)
1 (S)UQ QU(IT) (gives up the E hook)
18 SCOPED  
0 (ZA)P  
     
     
#18 - W - Robinsky    
------------------    
0 CIVET  
6.2 LOOM  
2.7 BISE (C)EBOID
0 (C)OWAGE  
7.5 EDH  
0 -AEOQ (AEX)  
15.8 SEX  
0 A(E)RATING  
0 W(IT)HY  
4.3 (T)UI  
0 OLIO  
3.3 (R)EF  
0 (RE)E  
0 (X)I  
0 T(REF)  
0 (JO)E  
8 SOU  
     
     
#19 - L - Adamson    
-----------------    
17.2 YEU(K) EURO(K)Y,UNYO(K)E,YOUN(K)ER,(K)ORUNY
0 T(R)ANQ  
0 (I)XORA  
3.4 BETH  
0 GEE  
0 AUTO  
7.1 PE(A)T  
0.6 MAW  
5.1 (O)RDaINED DENDR(I)tI(C),REbIDD(E)N,uNDRIED
9.2 Z(I)N  
0* V(ET)0 cOAEVAL(S)
     
     
#20 - L - Adamson    
-----------------    
0 VAW  
1.5 -RTVZ (NR?)  
1 NARrOWS  
0 FEZ  
0 B(ERE)T  
0 LOB  
0 RUGS  
0 (V)ARIETAL  
31.5 challenge DRUM(L)INS!!! WHAT A FUCKED UP WORD!!!  
6.8 FON  
0 H(A)O  
12.2 (T)R(A)Y  
0.7 D(I)NGED  
4 (AD)IEU  
0 TA  
     
     
#21 - W - Hartsman    
------------------    
0 POG  
33.4 lose turn (MARVeDI*)  
8.6 MAID  
9.2 -EHQV (ER?)  
0 FRIsBEE/(POG)S*  
0 VIAL  
22.9 (A)LIT  
0 REG  
0 AQUI(F)ER  
0 OXO  
31.5 CO(X) RUCtION
0 UNWIsER  
0.2 LUTZ  
6 ASIDE  
0 Y(E)  
     
     
#22 - W - Hartsman    
------------------    
6.2 G(A)THER  
0 R(E)FiNERS  
0 WOOD(S)IA  
1.6 UN(T)IL  
1.7 ICIN(G)  
2 JIB  
0 FOVE(A)  
0 MELANGE  
0.8 MAKO  
0 EUPHO(R)IA  
0 (FA)X  
     
     
#23 - W - Ridout    
----------------    
9.2 FACED (strategic setup of backsnap)  
5.6 GEY  
11.8 BLUR  
3.1 (N)IXE  
0 JOT  
0 (W)IRRA  
0 GOO  
0 PISC(A)TOR  
0 VISE  
0 SPENDIN(G)  
0 OuT(FACED)  
0 LAMA  
     
     
#24 - W - Ridout    
----------------    
4.3 WOOF  
4 SYLI  
8.3 NUB  
2.1 EROSE  
3.2 C(AD)G(E)  
0 ENlACED  
0 THINE  
0 VINA  
0 U(V)ULA  
0 FILM(I)  
35.2 RANID (M)ERIDIAN
0 (A)ZO  
7 GRIE(F)  
0 R(OE)  
     
     
#25 - W - Weiss    
---------------    
1.4 (B)UNG  
0 SCuTTED*  
0.4 MITY  
0 Q(U)AD  
0 DALTONS  
0 JOY  
0 LAR  
0 (Q)UA  
9.8 (P)ARVENU OVER(JOY)
0.3 AGIO  
0 KI(N)O  
7 GOE(R)S GOES/(PARVENU)E (only 99% sure--not willing to risk
game)    
     
     
#26 - W - Weiss    
---------------    
0 BLEW  
8.2 HAD  
0 ORDINAL  
2.2 VUG  
0 PE(A)VY  
3.4 AXIT(E)  
9.9 OUD  
5.3 FAR(M)  
14.2 (W)ORDY  
0 SORrIES(T)  
0 JOE  
3.1 (B)IO  
11 AI  
     
     
#27 - W - Harshbarger    
--------------------    
1.3 EXIT  
0 (S)HORTING  
4.3 MIRY  
0 HAW  
6 LATEEN  
0 OF  
0 SECANTS  
9.7 KAF  
15.9 LEU(D)  
0 BIZ  
6 CU(D) (critical to block!!!)  
0 VILE  
0 OBA  
     
     
#28 - W - Harshbarger    
---------------------    
0 LEMONY  
0 REWRAPS WARPERS
5.8 BOA  
4.1 DEOX(Y) hEXApOD
0 BAsiDIA  
3.1 VILE  
3 FA(N)O  
1.6 UPON LOUP/P(REWRAPS)
0 GALENI(C)  
3.1 YOW  
0 FILMI  
0 OE  
     
     
#29 - W - Karris    
----------------    
9.7 RAT  
0 (I)VIES  
3.7 YAP  
0 TALE(N)TED  
8.6 BEAM(Y)  
0.1 (E)NJOInER  
0 VA(R)A  
6.4 LINI(n) LIPI(n)
7.8 H(E)X  
0 OW(N)  
12.3 PINE SPHENI(C)
0 SHE  
     
     
#30 - L - Karris    
----------------    
2.7 GAG  
3.9 VAR AVERTER (fuck me I deserve to lose)
3 Q(A)T REDE(Y)E (damn how could I miss that!)
0.9 DEEP  
6.1 (P)RY  
1.2 NE(O)N  
0 SIRV(E)NTE  
21.1 LOOM MIM(E)O/(OH)M/O(R)
0 WADI  
0 (F)UME  
0 (T)UFTIEsT  
--- IOTA  


1 - L - 2.8 (33.6)
2 - W - 2.1 (25.4)
3 - W - 2.1 (27.1)
4 - L - 2.7 (34.5)
5 - L - 5.8 (64.1)
6 - W - 14.9 (163.7)
7 - L - 4.5
8 - W - 3.9 (54.8)
9 - L - 12.5 (162.1)
10 - W - 10.2 (152.6)
11 - W - 8.8
12 - L - 9.2
13 - W - 3.9 (54.4)
14 - W - 2.8 (50.1)
15 - L - 6.1 (79.1)
16 - L - 6.5
17 - W - 5.1 (56.2)
18 - W - 2.8 (47.8)
19 - L - 3.9 (42.6)
20 - L - 3.8 (57.7)
21 - W - 7.5 (111.8)
22 - W - 1.1 (12.3)
23 - W - 2.5 (29.7)
24 - W - 4.6 (64.1)
25 - W - 1.6 (18.9)
26 - W - 4.4 (57.3)
27 - W - 3.3 (43.2)
28 - W - 1.7 (20.7)
29 - W - 4.1 (48.6)
30 - L - 3.5


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