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Winning EndGames
Jun. 30th, 2005 12:07 amWent to EndGame today, and I'm happy to say that I definitely have my gaming mojo back.
I was playing games quite badly in May and through part of June. Not just constantly losing but regularly coming in last place. Mind you, I don't think winning is everything in a game and I'll really enjoy a truly good game if I win or lose, but when I do *that* badly it irks me. Given that I usually win more than my fair share of games, it's really obvious that I'm distracted or down or something when things go that poorly for me.
Well, tonight I was 2 for 2. First I won a game of Oltremare, which was cool because it was my second game and I'd pretty much floundered my first time around. (My strategy this time: more attention spent on the prestige and less time spent sitting on my ass when I should be figuring out how to trade.) Then I didn't just win a game of Australia, but pretty much sharked it. I felt bad because the 3 people who hadn't played before were way behind through most of the game. But I beat Mike A. too, who had played before.
It's good having the brain clear enough to concentrate, as that hadn't been entirely the case for some parts of the last two months.
My gaming comraderie was good today as usual. The first game was myself, Eric V., Mike ?., and Josh, while![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
michaelarick, fresh back from the North Pole, joined us for the latter game.
I had an unusual experience on the BART trip back. A group of four rowdy kids got on the train at 12th Street, then started lighting up cigarettes and saying they were going to "fuck anyone up" who called the train operator. And they kept vigil over the call buttons at either side of the train.
I've never seen anyone try and smoke on BART in 16 years of mostly casual but occasionally frequest use, so it was pretty flabbergasting.
They weren't the sharpest tacks in the box, so I thought about just going forward a car and calling the operator, but I decided it wasn't really worth the energy. I was feeling mildly pissy when I got off, however, so I let the train operator know what was going on on my way out of the station. (I was amazed that no one else had done that in a few different stops.)
I'd like to think that they had some BART Police waiting for the little animals at the next station, but most likely the operator just got on the intercom and told them to put their little cancer sticks out.
In any case the smoking brats didn't diminish the fun I had tonight, so yay!.
I was playing games quite badly in May and through part of June. Not just constantly losing but regularly coming in last place. Mind you, I don't think winning is everything in a game and I'll really enjoy a truly good game if I win or lose, but when I do *that* badly it irks me. Given that I usually win more than my fair share of games, it's really obvious that I'm distracted or down or something when things go that poorly for me.
Well, tonight I was 2 for 2. First I won a game of Oltremare, which was cool because it was my second game and I'd pretty much floundered my first time around. (My strategy this time: more attention spent on the prestige and less time spent sitting on my ass when I should be figuring out how to trade.) Then I didn't just win a game of Australia, but pretty much sharked it. I felt bad because the 3 people who hadn't played before were way behind through most of the game. But I beat Mike A. too, who had played before.
It's good having the brain clear enough to concentrate, as that hadn't been entirely the case for some parts of the last two months.
My gaming comraderie was good today as usual. The first game was myself, Eric V., Mike ?., and Josh, while
michaelarick, fresh back from the North Pole, joined us for the latter game.I had an unusual experience on the BART trip back. A group of four rowdy kids got on the train at 12th Street, then started lighting up cigarettes and saying they were going to "fuck anyone up" who called the train operator. And they kept vigil over the call buttons at either side of the train.
I've never seen anyone try and smoke on BART in 16 years of mostly casual but occasionally frequest use, so it was pretty flabbergasting.
They weren't the sharpest tacks in the box, so I thought about just going forward a car and calling the operator, but I decided it wasn't really worth the energy. I was feeling mildly pissy when I got off, however, so I let the train operator know what was going on on my way out of the station. (I was amazed that no one else had done that in a few different stops.)
I'd like to think that they had some BART Police waiting for the little animals at the next station, but most likely the operator just got on the intercom and told them to put their little cancer sticks out.
In any case the smoking brats didn't diminish the fun I had tonight, so yay!.