I missed my Friday post last week, and don’t you believe for a second that I wasn’t thinking about it all weekend long. It haunted me that I couldn’t keep a simple schedule for more than a few weeks…
I had a good reason in the end, but no good excuses.
Last weekend at Kipper’s Melee I won two different Best Sportsmanship/Favourite Opponent awards. I played in the Saturday night Malifaux event, which is literally the most fun a man can have with a deck of cards, and somehow managed to convince 3 people that I was an amazing guy. The next day, I was stunned to hear that I won Sports for Fantasy.
I wasn’t stunned because of false modesty, but because I feel like in Warhammer that I haven’t provided the same kind of game that I used to.
When I was young…no, that’s not a good story. But I still remember my first tournament – I remember it very well, because I have a Best Sportsman trophy from that tournament! I was playing Night Goblins (no Orcs), and I laughed my ass off every time something random happened to the little guys. I deserved that trophy, I think, because my opponents had the time of their life. They had so much fun, that 8 years later I randomly ran into a guy at Science World and he remembered me and my army and we laughed at it again.
Now I have a couple Best Sportsman wins years later, but I feel like I don’t give that game anymore. I’m trying to hard, and I’m caring to much about the game and winning and doing my best, to give that balls-to-the-wall kind of game where it just doesn’t matter. I’ve been influenced by tactics and strategies, and a certain disappointment when they all fall through. I can’t be giving The Face, otherwise I wouldn’t win these things. But I feel disappointed, and I find it odd that my opponents can’t feel that coming from me. Stunned, because I thought it was obvious.
I guess it isn’t obvious, and I guess my opponents are having the best god damn game of Warhammer of their lives whenever I play. 🙂
Jamie has the right of it. It doesn’t matter.