I’m not entirely sure if I could tell you what I accomplished this week. Work was… there. Oh I cooked a new Mexican meatball soup! I think that will have to qualify as the big win. 2020 everybody!!!
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Post-Game: 10-28-20
Post-Game: 10-25-20
The goal of the day was to have low stress. I suited up for a good cold-weather run (only to have the sun burst through and promptly make me sweat through all the layers). I read all about Theranos, the blood testing scam from a few years back. Holy moly, late-stage capitalism might need to call it a day.
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Post-Game: 10-24-20 (pt 2)
Dear reader, what is about to transpire is an important lesson–a parable if you will–about not mashing the draft button when you’re feeling 50/50 on energy level, enthusiasm, what-have-you. You will basically doom yourself. DOOOOOOOOM.
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Post-Game: 10-24-20
This was a week where quarantine and general COVID-ness finally wore me down. While I did learn the origin of the word “quarantine” came from the 40 days that England required shipping from the Baltic Sea to wait offshore due to the plague outbreak, that wasn’t enough to get me excited for the day. And usually historical trivia is my jam! A dire sign.
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Post-Game: 10-23-20
A second coaching session with Ethan from Lords of Limited! Incredibly helpful coaching session, both reviewing some old logs as well as a co-pilot (or maybe “check run” would be the more apt metaphor). A couple of big “ah-has” from the draft review. Fist, fight hard for single color bombs, as even if you are getting cut, you can probably still cobble a secondary color on pack 2 alone. Note that this isn’t true of gold bombs, since you really need your lane to be open (or have a splash-enabling format). Also weighing flexible creatures higher in this format seems quite good.
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Read morePost-Game: 10-21-20
Post-Game: 10-13-20
Hot on the heels of one of the WORST 3-0 decks I’ve ever piloted, we should probably try this again. Except not rely on absolute variance to drag me across the finish line.
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Post-Game: 10-11-20
Thinking about adding a third wheel to this blog: cooking! Just in case my Venn diagram overlap between Magic cards and raising toddlers wasn’t quite narrow enough, let’s shave another demographic off. Because I made a hell of a Bolognese last night.
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Post-Game: 10-5-20
Probably need to figure out how to draft a party deck one of these days. That black/red… thing didn’t really qualify. I also had to completely sell out to Lil Chandra at dinner: I actually said, “No dessert until you eat your vegetables.” I left in some weasel language, “a GOOD job” and eventually salvaged my pride by feigning complete disbelief that she could even EAT so many vegetables. But still, we are doomed to parenting cliches.
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Post-Game: 10-4-20
A vast, overwhelming majority of the day was spent making a stew. I was following the 800-word “recipe” from my favorite mad scientist cook/columnists. Pretty standard: brown & braise, make a roux, cook the crap out of the meat and some onions &c &c. Two things stood out: the aggressive use of swiss chard. And, instead of potatoes, using potato GNOCCHI. It was absolutely brilliant. And it earned me a draft that night!
Benalish Dad 