You can win $5 in StarCity credit for sharing your craziest multiplayer stories… Or you can watch Gis, a big-time Judge and stuff, show off his stuff in complex timing interactions. Pick yer choice.
The Ferrett finally weighs in on cheating, the DCI, and why he can’t find it in his heart to condemn Mouth. About as mad as the weasel gets.
The way I figure it, my system of handing out slots for Regionals depending on the attendance, it would add only ten or twenty more people. Is that broken?
The Wishes bring back something casual Magic really needs: The home field advantage. Play at my house, play against my whole collection!
Turn 1: Mountain, Mox Pearl, Mox Sapphire, Grim Monolith, Su-Chi. How does the Deck come back from a blazing start like that… Or can it?
How much has Magic grown because of a Wakefield article? Has anyone ever bought more cards because of one of his articles?
The Oshawa YMCA has a very nice swimming pool. It has somewhat of a stigma attached to it as far as Magic is concerned, though – if you’re playing anywhere near it, it means you are, for lack of a better turn of phrase,”sucking huge”.
Rizzo’s left Magic – and he’s never been happier. Why? The Ferrett explains it all to you, UNCENSORED FOR THE FIRST TIME AT STARCITY, and issues the challenge to the next generation. But if you want a piece of Rizzo’s legacy, you’re gona have to work for it.
Many readers write to me regularly to tell me that”other than Rizzo, you’re my favorite author, dood.” I’m on a silver medal dias, and if I take a quarter turn, I’ve got a startlingly correct view of Rizzo’s ass.
You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed with your wife and eggs. Everyone loves you, you pound out 10,000 words a week, you’re a legend among geeks. You’ve got 3-5 tournament records for as long as tournaments exist.
Rizzo should have been a flash in the pan – a freak of nature dismissed among the serious players out there who are”names.” But he has become – like it or not – the conscience and soul of Magic. How?
Doubtless Wakefield’s writing warranted the fame he received, but I can’t testify to that. The man for whom I can testify is the man I consider to be Jamie Wakefield’s replacement: John Friggin’ Rizzo.
In an article entitled”Note to self,” I find the following line: (Note to self: legally change name to”Blisterguy” to get Blisterguy to write again. And then tease his natty dreads into 80’s Mallchick Hair. Or maybe a mullet.)
The Ferrett has promised the revelation of a great secret on Friday regarding the mysterious fate of John Rizzo. My palms began to sweat; what could it be?
Maybe it’s better that he never showed me. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to follow the Wakefield model of”stay the course – qualify – die happy, thinking I made my point.” Maybe he wasn’t supposed to end up on Team CMU… But I’m glad he was.
