A Scrub Brushes Up, #1: My Grand Prix Trial (By Fire!)
Scrubdom forever, or a true start to a tourney career? The choice was mine, and I made it. I vowed to, yes, finally claw my way up, to make some kind of showing at a real tournament. I swore to emerge from my warm and snuggly prerelease cocoon and stretch my damp little wings in the cold and unforgiving world of PTQs, GPTs, MREs, etc. This article series will detail my antics and hi-jinks along the way, and, if you’re lucky, maybe even an honest-to-God caper .
In my high school creative writing class, I usually sat next to a guy named Tony. Not because he was my friend, but because the classroom was very,…
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