on the hand, was one sneaky guy. He called dibs on playing
the loser of the first round. It's his tournament, it's
all for fun, and he was playing snotlings for crying
out loud. Nobody gave him any flack for trying to hedge
We sit down to play, and by this time
I'm pretty wasted. I'd been drinking Jameson
Whiskey for the better part of the day, but I was still
coherent enough to play Blood Bowl and figure out out the
'trick' of George's snotling team. For those of you that
play Blood Bowl, here's the tactic:
The little blighters can dodge out of
tackle zones on a 2+ with a re-roll, and his Halfling Chef
means I had lost all of my team re-rolls. By making damn
sure none of his guys were in enemy tackle zones at the
end of his turn, he was making sure that I could only kill
one snotling per turn, at most, since I can only make one
blitz per turn. Sneaky trick... and I was on to him.
George, realizing that I was on to him
even in my current state, needed to stack the deck in his
favor even more if he was going to stand a chance.
He says to me "Hey, whatcha drinking
"Jameson", was my response.
"Well polish that off and try some
I slug down the rest of my whiskey,
probably and inch or so in the bottom of my cup. George
then pours me a glass of something from a black bottle.
"Hey George, what is that?"
"Don't worry about it."
Bad sign. I sneak a peek at the bottle...
Things did not end well. By the end
of the game, I had lost 2-0 to SNOTLINGS!!!
In my defense, my team is painted
like the 49ers, and I could hardly see because George poisoned
me! I owe you big time for that one buddy!
My friend Paul and I were definitely
the worse for wear from our alcoholic escapades. We were
up very late, taking turns hurling our guts up in the downstairs
bathroom. The next day would prove interesting to say the