| sr_orangepants ( @ 2009-06-15 01:54:00 |
Pittsburgh...
My tournament performance was a travishamockery.
I felt that there were four games in which my opponents played noticeably worse than I did, three of which I lost. Of special note is the loo-loo who tried SATIONS* on me (and seemed to be responsible for at least a few egregious phonies on other boards of his that I saw) and blocked a phantom out bingo.
I had two awful mental mistakes (bad three, not holding NOTARISE* due to lack of focus) that cost me two games. I let a third one slip because I chickened out on ANTICULT.
In one game, I threw back VV late, knowing that (1) I needed to bingo to catch up, and (2) if I spent two turns playing off Vs, I'd be short on point. I caught a bingo, only to empty the bag of all of the drek that was left. (My opponent held all but one of the vowels left and a blank.)
Down about a bingo with two in the bag, a rack of EGLMRSV, and an open S hook lane, I notice AAO left in the pool. There's almost a 50/50 chance that at least one of those tiles is in the bag (and a 9 in 28 chance of me pulling a tile that gives me a bingo), so I fish off my M, and draw... a W. The other tile is an O, which is what I needed.
Two baggings for, two against.
I feel kinda soiled; not that I played flawlessly either, but I felt like I had seven losses where bad luck really played a part. That's a little much, though I could stand to just focus on the three that were my fault. I think my goal for the HO is to just stay cool, and then hopefully, things will take care of themselves.
Fortunately, I did have good company this weekend. I'd almost want to move out somewhere in the Rust Belt for the Scrabble. (I said almost,
ididjonassalk.) Thanks to everyone who put up with me, though I guess I was OK once I opened the steam valve. I had my first Golden Corral experience, my first experience with Racklash, winning what is purportedly the closest game ever played to date, and even did OK in Texas Suck-Out. Thanks to you guys who were there; you know who you are.
And of course, congratulations are in order for
stmonday, who needs to teach me how to draw tiles like that.
My tournament performance was a travishamockery.
I felt that there were four games in which my opponents played noticeably worse than I did, three of which I lost. Of special note is the loo-loo who tried SATIONS* on me (and seemed to be responsible for at least a few egregious phonies on other boards of his that I saw) and blocked a phantom out bingo.
I had two awful mental mistakes (bad three, not holding NOTARISE* due to lack of focus) that cost me two games. I let a third one slip because I chickened out on ANTICULT.
In one game, I threw back VV late, knowing that (1) I needed to bingo to catch up, and (2) if I spent two turns playing off Vs, I'd be short on point. I caught a bingo, only to empty the bag of all of the drek that was left. (My opponent held all but one of the vowels left and a blank.)
Down about a bingo with two in the bag, a rack of EGLMRSV, and an open S hook lane, I notice AAO left in the pool. There's almost a 50/50 chance that at least one of those tiles is in the bag (and a 9 in 28 chance of me pulling a tile that gives me a bingo), so I fish off my M, and draw... a W. The other tile is an O, which is what I needed.
Two baggings for, two against.
I feel kinda soiled; not that I played flawlessly either, but I felt like I had seven losses where bad luck really played a part. That's a little much, though I could stand to just focus on the three that were my fault. I think my goal for the HO is to just stay cool, and then hopefully, things will take care of themselves.
Fortunately, I did have good company this weekend. I'd almost want to move out somewhere in the Rust Belt for the Scrabble. (I said almost,
And of course, congratulations are in order for