A couple weeks ago, a group of gamers from Minnesota planned on traveling to Chicago for a PTQ, and I was invited. After actually thinking about it, I realized that spending nearly twenty hours in a car to railbird a PTQ (that I couldn’t play in due to my finish at Grand Prix Portland) wasn’t something that I actually wanted to do. It’s not like my time is valuable, but I’d rather spend it doing something else, like sleeping. I told them that if they needed to fill a spot, I’d probably go, but didn’t really want to.
Fast forward to the week of the PTQ. The crew included Margaret Funk, Margaret’s boyfriend Andrew Lipkin, Jason Ford, and Tim Bulger. Margaret doesn’t play Magic, but wanted to go and hang out with some friends of hers that lived in the area and wanted me to go, so I went. The tentative plan was to drive down Friday and get a hotel, go out Saturday night (after dropping off Jason Ford at the hotel, since he’s a young-un) and then leave Sunday morning.
I was skeptical, but there was that feeling in the back of my mind that I was missing something. There was something drawing toward Chicago. Clearly that thing was pizza. Somehow, I forgot that Giordano’s existed, and suddenly, going to Chicago seemed perfect. I know that some of you have had Giordano’s and will probably tell me that such and such a place is better, but you’re wrong. Don’t even try to argue because it will be pointless. Yes, that includes those of you from California (like LSV) that like Zachary’s. Giordano’s is the real thing. Everything else is just an imitation.
We were all set to go on Thursday, but then I got a call from Gabriel “Sugar” Walls. GWalls is loud, boisterous, charismatic, and most importantly (for this story at least) has a silk tongue. He will insult your intelligence while simultaneously making you love him for it.
He’s dangerous.
One second, I was comfortably sitting on my rating for Worlds. The next, I was at the border, visions of Worlds in Chiba were fading away while customs officers interrogated everyone in our car about the $40,000 in cash we had on us.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Gabe, an Indiana resident, informed me that he was either going to a 5K in Nashville or the PTQ in Chicago. Either way, he’d be heading to Grand Prix Toronto the next week. He basically told me all the things I typically tell those who are sitting on their rating.
1) Skipping events is stupid.
2) Why sit on rating for a Pro Tour when you can go to a GP? If you don’t think you’ll win at the GP, why would you even try to go to a Pro Tour?
3) You’re stupid.
Ever the master of inception, Gabe soon had me thinking that it was a good idea to go to Toronto.
Tbulge skipped our weekly drafts to poker and play in an M11 MTGO PTQ, so I figured he wouldn’t get more than three wins. Naturally, I told him as much – in order to both call it and to show him that he shouldn’t be skipping practice drafts for ten-round PTQs in a dead format.
Awkwardly, he sure showed me by going undefeated in the PTQ. I don’t mean like, 6-0, double-draw into Top 8. I mean actually 11-0. After round 6, there were three undefeated, and Tim was the “lucky” one who got paired down. He won that round and chose to play out round 8, since he was a lock.
As he said, “I want a little momentum going into Top 8.”
He created what he wanted and swept the Top 8 as well. Overall, pretty impressive.
We tried to organize a night out on the town with Margaret’s friends, but they lived deep in the city, and we were on the outskirts. Apparently it was the only convention center that would hold a haunted house, cage fight, and Magic: The Gathering PTQ in the same place on the same day. Without the other two attractions, I don’t think anyone would’ve gone to either event, so clearly it had to be held there.
As plans fell apart, Gabe and I decided to pack up and leave while the Top 8 draft had started. The drive from Chicago to Indy is a brisk three hours, or barely over two if you’re Gabe driving your giant black Escalade. A Giordano’s-induced food coma kept me sated the whole way.
I packed a week of clothes, some booster boxes, and a couple deck boxes filled with Limited decks that I was planning on blogging about. Limited GPs are the best because you never have to pack a bunch of cards. However, if you find yourself needing to play a Constructed side event, or ya know, flying to a Constructed tournament immediately after that you didn’t plan on going to, then it can get awkward.
Our drive to Toronto was pretty boring aside from the fact that Gabe’s GPS, made in Montana, kept trying to get us to take “interesting” routes. Once in the city, we scooped up Ben Stark, Martin Juza, and PVDDR. After that, we found the hotel that Juza booked, conveniently connected to a sweet bar and grill.
I ordered some ribs, and while we waited, Juza told us about the Worlds fantasy team that he and LSV did. They each drafted eight players, and Gabe and I made a small wager on who we thought the sixteen chosen players were.
Gabe and I both wrote down Nassif, although for some reason, Luis and Martin eschewed the Hall of Famer. Yuuya didn’t make Gabe’s list either, while I figured out the “obvious” picks. We were stuck at around twelve or thirteen people, so I started putting down some wild cards like Marijn Lybaert.
Playing the “what do you think Luis was thinking” game was pretty fun. Matt Sperling and Tom Martell, while solid magicians, didn’t seem like people either of them would pick, but Sperling ended up making Luis’ squad. Guessing that Michael Jacob would make LSV’s team put me over the top. I was halfway to having a free dinner!
Even though our food arrived, Gabe and BenS couldn’t stop arguing about whose fault it was that they left Yuuya off their list, as they were kind of working together. At one point, Gabe was stumped, as he knew there was one DI Japanese pro that hadn’t been selected.
Ben casually asked, “Mori?” Gabe burst out laughing.
We all credit card gamed for the meal, except Paulo bought out which typically happens. I probably shouldn’t be gaming, since a meal for everyone is roughly 1/5 my net worth, but who cares, right? I’m currently undefeated lifetime, and my streak didn’t end there. Thanks for dinner, Ben!
The next morning, we were all going to travel to Niagara Falls, but when I woke up, I decided I wasn’t going anywhere. Sleep was calling, and I’m not the touristy type anyway. Gabe described the experience as hanging out with their girlfriends. Ben and Gabe held Martin and Paulo’s things while they took pictures and giggled at everything. I’m not upset that I chose to skip it.
We were trying to find locals to draft with, but they were working some of the time, and once Scars was released on MTGO, no one wanted to leave. We quickly figured things out about the format, although some of us desperately clung to our beliefs that poison control was a real archetype.
Wednesday and Thursday were spent on MTGO for the most part, although we did stop by a mall real quick so Paulo could get his Godiva fix. He was incredibly disheartened to learn that the Canadian Godiva didn’t belong to the same rewards program that Paulo belonged to, so he couldn’t get his free chocolate. I don’t think I’ve seen a sadder Paulo since Willy Edel didn’t get voted into the Hall of Fame. Defeated, we left the mall and went back to playing Magic Online.
Friday arrived, and Gabe briefly entertained the notion of playing in a Grand Prix Trial, but was quickly drafting with the level eights. I participated in some of the drafts, and over the course of the day, my team drafts went tie, tie, tie, win. Meh.
My records with infect weren’t great, but every single game I played a turn 1 Golden Urn, I won the game. That card isn’t nearly as bad as everyone thinks it is. If you need metalcraft, you probably want to draw first, and therefore you might be a little behind until you can get your powerful cards online. Seven life or so goes a long way to accomplishing all of that.
It didn’t take long for Mark Zajdner, an old-school Canadian pro, to get booted from the venue. Back in the day, Magic was far more interesting, as there were plenty of characters like Peter Szigeti, Mark Herberholz, Joe Black, and Chris Benafel. Nowadays everyone is pretty chill, but that doesn’t make things interesting.
I was talking to Ben Hayes about our plans after the GP when Mark came up to me bemoaning the fact that he was just given a match loss in his GPT. After he finished registering his deck, he stood up to go to the bathroom, but the judge told him to sit in his seat.
Mark said that in his last GPT, everyone just got up and walked around, but the judge was having none of it. After more arguing, the judge motioned for Mark to come over to him, but Mark bows down to nobody. He refused and the judge issued him a game loss, although I have no idea what for. After some more arguing, it was upgraded to a match loss.
Soon after that, he was booted from the site.
That night, we went back to the hotel restaurant, where I devoured additional free ribs. The five of us drafted fantasy teams for the GP, where I wheeled Gabe and myself, Wrapter, and Web, and finally Tom Raney, who Top 16s seemingly every Grand Prix (except this one, obviously).
I registered what I thought was probably one of the better decks in the Grand Prix, but I was probably wrong. Everyone’s deck seemed above average, and I had only a solitary way to kill an artifact like Mimic Vat.
Auriok Replica
Chrome Steed
Copper Myr
Darksteel Sentinel
Embersmith
Iron Myr
Kemba’s Skyguard
Precursor Golem
Silver Myr
Spikeshot Elder
Sylvok Replica
Vulshok Replica
2 Galvanic Blast
2 Glint Hawk Idol
3 Arrest
Contagion Clasp
Elspeth Tirel
Heavy Arbalest
Tempered Steel
Trigon of Rage
Razorverge Thicket
7 Plains
8 Mountain
Relevant Sideboard
Argentum Armor
Moriok Replica
Wall of Tanglecord
Glint Hawk
Panic Spellbomb
I had three byes for the first time in a while thanks to the rating that I was supposed to be sitting on. After getting crushed repeatedly by Brad Nelson in the W/R mirror, round 4 pairings went up.
Round Four: B/R/g Control
I won the first game after my opponent stalled on lands, and I had Embersmith and Spikeshot Elder to prevent him from ever coming back.
In the next game, we stalemated on an empty board, but I thought I was a huge favorite with two Galvanic Blasts and Arrest in hand. I drew a Precursor Golem, and with my board containing Silver Myr and Contagion Clasp, I weighed my options. He likely didn’t have Instill Infection, as my Myr would’ve died long ago. Turn to Slag or Grasp in Darkness was somewhat likely, but even if my Golems died, I’d still be sitting on three removal spells.
Blasting my Golem was an option, but in the end I figured I was such a large favorite that I didn’t want to risk him killing my remaining 3/3s or playing a few big creatures. Turn to Slag wasn’t much of a surprise, but what could he draw? He basically needed something that drew him three cards to get back to parity, and much to my surprise, Myr Reservoir did just that.
With his Sylvok Lifestaff, he ground out the remainder of the game, and I flooded out. Third game was anticlimactic, as I played an early Elspeth and had enough to “still had all these” him at the end of the game.
After the round, I asked Gabe if he would’ve Blasted the Golem, and he said definitely, but with the trigger on the stack. I replied that it was obviously with the trigger on the stack, so that he couldn’t have Grasp, but he also pointed out that Blast would kill all my Golems if I let the trigger resolve.
Now, I had played plenty of Magic Online and knew that it required you to select targets whenever you targeted Precursor Golem. That led me to believe that I didn’t have to target my Golems if I didn’t want to, but Gabe was adamant I had to target all legal Golems.
Over the years, I’ve come to realize that Gabe makes all sorts of ridiculous claims all the time. We’ve made bets several times on what certain cards do, and typically, I’ve come out on top and won some dough for my knowledge. I figured this was another one of those times, but I was wrong. Apparently, on MTGO, you can just click cancel, and it’ll target everything regardless.
Blasting in my match could’ve been awkward, but I’m not sure if it was more awkward that handing Gabe that ten-dollar bill because his Magic knowledge was better than mine.
I found Brad Nelson outside, distraught about his round 4 loss. He told me that this tournament, like Portland, was basically a free roll, and he wasn’t really worried about it. His record in our drafts wasn’t very good, and he hadn’t practiced as much.
I asked him why he even bothered to attend these tournaments if he didn’t try to win them. Obviously there are other factors, like hanging out with your friends, but we’re all competitive, and we all want to win.
Also, he had worked so hard to perfect his mental state, so why throw it all away? It was going to build bad habits and overall, he’d start doing worse. He needed to stop being so complacent with level eight, as there was still work to be done.
He told me that all of that really helped, but I told him that words meant nothing to me. He could say that he was going to win all of his matches all he wanted, but that didn’t mean it was going to happen. I cared about actions, and told him to show me.
Round Five: G/B/r Infect
Gabe and Luis both built infect decks, so it wasn’t much of a surprise to see others doing the same. We both mulliganed to start, and played turn 3 replicas, mine of the Auriok variety while his was Moriok. When he sent his dude in on turn 3, I considered blocking, as typically that’s a fantastic trade. However, the Tempered Steel in my hand, and overall lack of spells led me to take it, and swing back for four.
He passed the next turn with five mana open, and I swung in again, expecting him to sacrifice it. Instead, when he blocked, he cast Untamed Might for three, and I thought I blew him out with my Galvanic Blast, but he had the Withstand Death for the brick wall. After that, I flooded out, and couldn’t keep up.
At this point, I was sick of getting flooded every game, and sided out a land and some other stuff for Glint Hawk and Panic Spellbomb. Despite being infect, I chose to draw again, as I had plenty of removal and early guys.
Both games, my opponent was lacking black mana, so the games were pretty easy.
Round Six: Japanese opponent with G/B/R Control
I flooded out once again in game 1, which frustrated me to no end. I sat there with do-nothing Tempered Steel and Heavy Arbalest as well. He showed me triple (!) Galvanic Blast, double Arc Trail, Grasp in Darkness, Instill Infection, and Skinrender with Slice in Twain and Acid Web Spider on the splash.
Second game was won, nearly straight up, by Elspeth. As it turns out, that card is quite good if you use the +2 ability right away, as nearly no card in the format can deal with it. Culling Dais vs. his all-removal deck added insult to injury.
The third game went incredibly long, and finally I drew Elspeth. Neither of us had any creatures besides his Arrested Skinrender, so I gave it +2. On his turn, he pointed Arc Trail at me and said, “Arc Trail you and Skinrender.” Then he pointed two Galvanic Blasts at Elspeth.
I sighed, not because my Elspeth was dead, but because he had miscommunicated where he was splitting his damage. Did I really want to throw away my GP in order to be nice to my opponent and not punish him for his mistake? When he excitedly motioned for my Elspeth to die, I made up my mind and called a judge.
First, I explained the situation, and the judge asked my opponent if he disagreed with anything. He said no, but all parties involved knew that he wanted Elspeth dead. Still, the judge ruled that he wasn’t clear with his words, and the Arc Trail would deal damage to me. My opponent was clearly upset, but he manned up and accepted his mistake.
With Elspeth still alive, I was ready to take control of the game and destroy the Trigon of Corruption that decimated my team. A topdecked Carnifex Demon put a cramp in that plan though, and soon I was battling just to keep my Elspeth alive.
With the clock ticking down, I activated my Dais to peel four cards in search of my last Arrest, but that meant I couldn’t play my Precursor Golem and sacrifice it to prevent my other Golems from being Turn to Slagged.
I was also told that I forgot an Elspeth trigger at one point, but that I don’t necessarily believe. Eventually, I peeled my last Arrest with five cards left in my deck and stopped his Demon. At a healthy twelve life, he couldn’t kill me, and I had two 2/2 fliers left in my deck to kill him with, so we drew.
That was my first unintentional draw in something like ten years, but it felt like a win. At a Grand Prix this size, being X-2-1 at the end of the day is like being X-3 with the nut high tiebreakers, so I was happy with escaping with a point. Perhaps my method of obtaining that point was sketchy, but go ahead, and ask Cedric what he would’ve done.
Round Six: U/W/g
Chimeric Mass for four was beating down a little, but I played a Precursor Golem and passed. He played a sixth land and passed back. I considered the possibility of Darksteel Sentinel and turned to Willy Edel, who was sitting beside me, waiting for the results of his deck check. I asked, “Willy, do you think he has the Sentinel?” He laughed and replied that he couldn’t say. I told him, “If I were Brazilian, you’d tell me.”
I passed the turn and sure enough, a huge metal robot appeared out of nowhere.
He declined to attack into my army of 3/3s for no real reason, and eventually succumbed to my fliers. Still had all these Elspeths, etc.
Second game I mulliganed to five, but had Elspeth on turn 4. His turn 5 was Razor Hippogriff, and my Elspeth died shortly thereafter, and then I died.
In between games, my opponent asked to go to the restroom, so I asked for a smoke break, as my last round went to time, and I needed a breather. He declined, saying that bathroom breaks are a special instance. Naturally, I asked to go to the “bathroom,” but he told me I’d have to be back in less than three minutes. Now, who are they to decide how long I take in the bathroom? What if I just ate some really bad Mexican food and had serious business to attend to?
For game 3, I snap-kept a one-land hand with plenty of good spells. I played a turn 1 Panic Spellbomb, and then discarded once or twice before playing my Myr. I played a Rust Tick, but its existence was revoked. The next turn I drew another land and had some decisions to make. I was facing down a Sylvok Replica with Strata Scythe and another creature.
I decided to crack my Spellbomb and hoped to draw running lands so that I could start playing two spells a turn. He was telegraphing Stoic Rebuttal, so if I just played Chrome Steed and wasn’t able to play two spells the next turn, I was probably dead.
The Spellbomb yielded nothing noteworthy, and for some reason, he countered my Silver Myr when he was attacking me for five a turn. His reasoning was that he was going to use his mana for the rest of the game, but he should’ve held back on countering my Myr, countered my next play, and then started deploying my spells. Doing so would basically Time Walk me again, but instead, he basically binned his best card for no reason.
Fast forward a few turns later. I had the ground locked up, but there was a Glint Hawk Idol to go with his Strata Scythe, and I was at four. If he kept his Sylvok Replica, I couldn’t live through the next turn, so I played Tempered Steel, my most juicy bait, and attacked.
He was at twelve life facing down two 5/5s with a 4/6 Ghalma’s Warden and Replica with Scythe. What he should’ve done is block one, take five, and probably kill me on my next turn. Instead, he did exactly what I needed him to do, and killed the irrelevant Steel.
I played a post-combat Glint Hawk Idol of my own to chump block and needed to peel a land for my Heavy Arbalest to finally stop his Idol. I squeezed it, and it looked like a land!
But it turned out to be a Razorverge Thicket, and there’s no way I could survive the next turn.
Yes, keeping one-landers can be risky, but I felt like it was my best shot to win. I chose to draw first because the games are attrition based, but also because keeping one-landers is something that you’re going to have to do in this format. Occasionally you whiff, but sometimes you end up having the coveted five-land, all-spell draw that everyone complains about losing to.
Doing all that work, tricking him a few times into using his cards poorly, only to pseudo-miss on the land drop I needed was incredibly frustrating. At least I knew I was playing well though, which does count for something.
After a later round, he came up to me to run in the fact that he forgot that Darksteel Sentinel had vigilance again, but he won anyway. He went on to make Top 8.
Round Eight: G/B pre-constructed Poison
My opponent appeared to be French Canadian and insisted that he knew me from his Marvel VS System days. I informed him that I never played that game, except at one PCQ, but he disagreed. Our conversation went on for a while, and I couldn’t dissuade him from thinking that, for some reason, I was lying to him about never playing VS before. It was an awkward way to start the match to say the least.
First game I got rolled by the four-land, all-spell draw out of his poison deck, which appeared pristine. Naturally, I was flooded again. Second game, I kept Arrest, Elspeth, another spell, probably Auriok Replica, and four lands, again choosing to draw. On turn 5, I cast Elspeth, and had all lands in my hand.
I decided to get aggressive, as I wasn’t winning a long game vs. his Mimic Vat, and made six tokens, binning the Elspeth. Despite having a few things going on, he conceded relatively early.
For the decider, I peeled my opening hand, and it looked good. I had lands and spells, one of which was removal, so I felt great. I hadn’t missed many GP Day 2s in my lifetime, and it certainly wasn’t going to start there.
Turn after turn, I drew land. Wall of Tanglecord kept my poison count low for a minute, and Arrest kept him out of the air, but Mimic Vat complicated things. Still, Elspeth started charging up, and I managed to peel a Spikeshot Elder (which I rarely drew) to protect Elspeth and move her up to six. With Elspeth unlikely to last through the next turn, and with my opponent holding what I thought was air, I used her ultimate.
Tel-Jilad Fallens sprung forth from the top of his deck, while I drew Copper Myr and more lands.
Frustrated to no end, I considered dropping from the tournament, but decided to crush someone in the last round to make myself feel better and maybe get some rating back for Worlds. If I played an event on Sunday, and by some miracle it got reported, maybe I’d still qualify that way.
I went to check the pairings, re-energized and ready to battle, and saw:
63 Edel, Willy [CAN] 16 vs. Thompson, Gerry [CAN] 16
I went to the table, confused, and not just because they had us both listed as Canadians. Apparently I wasn’t the only one.
Willy: What are you still doing in the tournament?
Me: What are
you
still doing in the tournament?
Willy: I need the rating points to qualify for Worlds.
Me:
I
need the rating points to qualify for Worlds.
Willy: I was going to ask you to concede to me.
Me: I was going to ask you to concede to
me.
Clearly there was no good solution. However, me qualifying on rating was a pipe dream while Willy only needed to be top fifty in South America, which was somewhere around 2010. He had a better shot than me, so I grabbed the match slip and signed it in his favor, much to my surprise.
Now, I don’t know Willy well, and there are some rumors of a shady past, but none of that matters. He’s a friend of a friend (PV), and I know that if it were me, I’d want my friends to be able to travel with me.
I set my sights on the GPT the next day, but I was realistic. I knew I was going to sleep in.
After grabbing some lunch and winning another credit card game, I fired up a draft. Back in old Mirrodin, I started out by drafting Fangren Hunters and removal, and Molder Beast is way better than Fangren was. I decided that at some point, I would give the ole R/G deck a try and just so happened to make that happen in my first Sunday draft.
It all happened because I first-picked Slice in Twain, second-picked Untamed Might hoping to force infect, but two other players had the same idea, and I was quickly pushed out. What’s a man to do with a bunch of Shatters and no metalcraft? Clearly he needs Alpha Tyrranax!
Our team ended up losing, as I threw a match, and Tom Raney went 0-3. Apparently he wasn’t a good pick for my fantasy team, even if he is grossly underrated.
The next draft ended up being me, MJ, and Phil Napoli vs. Ben Hayes and the Canadian tag team of Taylor Putnam and J. Evan Dean. I 3-0ed, mostly thanks to Golden Urn yet again. Pnaps unfortunately 0-3ed, but MJ was clutch, as always.
In the final draft of the night, I was facing off against Josh Jacobson, who went 9-0 in the GP, the future of American Magic Christian Calcano, and Adam Ragsdale, a.k.a. AwinnarisYou on the internets. I felt like my squad of Bobby Graves and Ben Hayes could take ‘em down, but I was mistaken.
Despite pass-cutting Jacobson into R/W, his deck probably ended up better than mine. I won game 1 and sided in a pair of Loxodon 1/5s, but he assembled the combo of Glint Hawk Idol plus Sword of Body and Mind. In game 2, I had Turn to Slag, but it did nothing, and in game 3, I mulliganed and couldn’t find a Shatter or Scrapmelter.
After the match, I found out he took Arrest over Scrapmelter. A nice way to top off the fact that I just got double one-outered for our match.
My streak didn’t end there, as both Calcano and Ragsdale beat me. Bobby wasn’t playing for anything and neglected to say anything before the draft, so I ended up paying for him as well.
After BenS lost to Brad in top 4, we headed back to the hotel and grill to grab some ribs. I’m not sure if I actually had anything to do with Brad regaining his composure, but it sure is an amazing thing to see him consistently doing well. If I helped, I’m glad.
Sadly, the ribs were all gone, seeing as how there was a table of twelve gamers already eating before we got there. Soon, Ben, Gabe, and I were on the road. The plan was to pick up three notable poker/Magic pros at their hotel and drive them to Buffalo. They had all missed their flights, and Buffalo was much cheaper than flying out of Toronto. From there, we were going back to Indy, but Ben and I were going to continue our journey and fly to Atlanta. We’d drive to Charlotte for the SCG Open, and then to Boston the next weekend to run it back.
Our dreams of the future were threatened when we got to the border. Gabe handed them our passports and made a little small talk before getting down to business. The patrolman asked how much money we each had on us, and Gabe replied with, “Twenty bucks.” The next person, surprisingly, said, “Ten thousand.”
The officer was taken aback, especially when finding out that the other two people we picked up had large amounts of cash on them as well. Declaring it is a hassle, but if you don’t declare it, and they find it randomly, they can just take it.
For some reason, each of them had neglected to tell Gabe that they had all of that on them for a poker tournament they were flying to just outside Chicago. He was mildly annoyed. At 2 a.m., we were detained for an hour or so as they brought us up one by one, hoping that someone would slip up. It seemed strange to them that Ben and I both had a combined $30 dollars on it, but we were rolling around in an Escalade with poker ballers.
We escaped safely and with all of our belongings intact.
Hope you enjoyed my shenanigans. Currently, I’m trying my best (and failing) to avoid Scars drafts on MTGO in order to play Constructed, but I don’t have anything that I really want to play in Standard for the SCG Open in Charlotte this weekend. If you guys have any sweet brews, send ‘em my way!
GerryT
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P.S. Sorry about the lack of updates for the Grand Prix, but I was roaming in Canada. Not only that, but my GP experience didn’t last long.
P.P.S. Thanks to everyone that had me sign their play mats or binders. It’s always a pleasure.
P.P.P.S. Huge apologies to the guy who had me look at his sweet MBC brew. Honestly didn’t mean to drop your deck all over the floor. Stupid new sleeves…