CamKneely
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Maybe next time official gamesheets could be printed off and collected after being signed by both players? That could eliminate some of the confusion that builds up in the aftermath since it's not easy to contact everyone that played a game.
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Sounds great. I would only want one unless you can send another with an optional SD card slot...I want one of those for Christmas Eve with my cousins because we all used to play Sega on Christmas Eve and I'm going to take my Genesis to their house this year. It would probably be cheaper and easier to just download ROMs whenever I need to than to track down and buy all of the old cartridge games we used to play.
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I agree with Brutus, I'd like a 2on2 Genesis cartridge especially if it's significantly cheaper than the current available custom cartridge options.
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I drank Friday night, Saturday I was just tired.
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i cannot express how true this statement is, the added pressure is immense. Ppl and camera and noise its a total different feel.
As the resident giant choker I can say that I didn't feel any added pressure. Online I feel alone in my shame/glory and it's way more intense.
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I don't know that this is possible unless the technology has become available in the last few years. Me, Bo and Carse tried it for the Summit Series but there was never an emulator that let you join Netplay with more than one person at a time. We could only play on the same network with different computers.
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why would you EVER take hawerchuck out for Errey???????????????
Errey is a solid contributor. Hawerchuk doesn't mesh well with LaFontaine and Mogilny. Bob knows his place.
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Prologue: As soon as I learned that this tournament was happening, I knew that I would attend. Since my car is on its last legs, I excitedly asked everybody I knew from Pittsburgh that I introduced to the site (Bo, Carse and Wittgenstein) if they were coming too. I didn’t have a passport and I ended up spending a decent amount of my money getting a passport card in time, sweating out every bump in the road.
Here’s how my picture came out, making me look like Jonah Hill’s stunt double.
So Thursday night I throw on a pair of pocketless shorts, the bane of my existence but the only ones clean, and head out to watch the Steelers get cheated by the Patriots. My friends and I stop at a 7-11 on the way so I can buy a pepperoni roll and something to drink. I take my wallet out of my trusty Jansport backpack that I’ve had since high school. This thing has been on many, many adventures of mine and I’m finally close to getting rid of it because it’s torn beyond repair in some spots. I pay for my delicious, fattening treats, throw my wallet in the backpack, and off we go. After watching the ridiculous debacle of an NFL Opening Night, I go to make sure I have everything, and realize that I haven’t zipped the wallet compartment of my backpack. I think this is strange…then I realize that my wallet is gone (Morty Seinfeld would be proud of me).
I panic, searching everywhere that I can, thinking that I’ve ruined everything. My passport card was safe at home, but I had my ID, debit cards and pretty much all of my other important documents inside the wallet. After an hour of searching, I decide to let my friends drop me off at home. I figure I’ll just go to the bank in the morning, try to take out some cash, and order new debit cards. This would be pretty irritating, but not a total disaster. I try to forget about everything that’s happened, thinking about how dumb I was for even taking my wallet with me when I left to watch a football game at my friend’s house, and eventually get about three hours of sleep, with visions of miscreants spending my money after finding my innocent, sweet little wallet helpless dancing in my head.
Friday: I wake up, foggy but hopeful, and find out my wallet has been found right outside the house I was at watching the game. My friend’s neighbor found it while jogging, making this the first time that exercise has positively impacted my life. This is wonderful news, the only bad part being that I now have to drive about a half hour each way to pick up the wallet. So I do that and eventually get home, then Wittgenstein picks me up for the frightful ten minute sojourn to Bo’s house.
The trip to the hotel goes off mostly without a hitch, with two exceptions: I hadn’t crossed the border since my extremely ill-fated trip to Toronto with Bo in 2006.
This is how I looked back then, before beer and pizza ruined my life.
I wasn’t prepared for the inquisition (Nobody suspects the Canadian Inquisition!) that the three of us received from the suspicious border partrolman, and when he asked if I had anything in the car, I said “Nothing”, as in “Nothing suspicious”. Surprisingly he didn’t see it this way and pressed me further. I smoothly mumbled my way out of it, and off we went.
The other exception? Outside a Wal-mart that we stopped at near Hamilton, a late contender for Father of The Year found out that his infant daughter had to pee, and instead of giving her cover with a car door, decided to pick her up and aim her towards the highway. You don’t see that type of thing in America every day.
So finally we arrive at the beautiful motel that I booked, and everyone realizes what a genius I am, because it was cheap and had several amenities that you wouldn’t expect in a cheap motel. We get settled in and find out that the party is starting in Kingraph’s hotel room, about a half hour away from us. I put on my American flag pants (because if you don’t wear American flag pants on September 11th, the terrorists win) and my knockoff Sidney Crosby Penguins jersey, and off we go.
Boom, sharpest guy in the room.
We finally get to Raph’s room, and start meeting people. I soon realize that my impressions of most people from online were way off. I quickly accuse TomKabs of actually being Habs, and everyone else of actually being Hokkeefan. Soon, we sadly realize that these conspiracy theories that we’ve been carefully crafting for years are in fact false. I also realize that KG looks exactly like the comedian Dave Attell did back when he had hair.
Uncanny resemblance.
Some ridiculously crisp 2on2 commences, with no lag. It’s like a dream. Every pass shot I launch from inside the faceoff circles goes in because I don’t have frames skipping and lags spiking everywhere unlike online. The only thing that could’ve made it better would’ve been the appearance of Habs and Clockwise. I played about 17 games in a row with various partners, then me and Witt snuck out into the damp Canadian night for booze. The only notable thing that happens after this is, after about an hour of trying, Chaos finally figures out how to get 4-player NBA Jam to work via the multiplayer we used for 2on2. This is an amazing development because we’ve all been trying to do this online for years and it’s never worked. Right after this we all leave, and I fall asleep to the sounds of the greatest American movie ever produced, Dumb and Dumber.
Saturday: I bolt out of bed after about four hours of sleep, and we rush to RealSports. We get signed in, then me and Witt go to the big grocery store downstairs since we have four hours to kill before our games start. I catch some glimpses of TSN’s SportsCentre on the TVs, and am amazed at the fact that they are showing highlights of preseason NHL games, unlike ESPN’s SportsCenter, which barely even shows highlights of NHL playoff games. I go back upstairs and eventually eat enough chicken wings to put a farm out of business. Sometime around here I meet shaftman, who I know is a genius because we’ve been Facebook friends for years and he always likes my hilarious statuses. He’s taller than me which makes me jealous but he’s still pretty cool. I win my first tournament game against some guy named Matt 6-0. I don’t think he knew what he was in for because he kept chuckling in amazement at some of my goals. He was a good sport though.
Then I got ready to play Egg. I guess this was her first game, and it was filmed for the documentary. Having a giant camera in my face was a little bit intimidating, but I managed to win 5-0. Then I beat Uncle Seth. I can’t remember the score, but he busted my shutout streak. We had to play each other again for seeding purposes for the next round, and he won. After this the combined 7 hours of sleep I’d gotten the past two nights started catching up to me and I was crashing hard. Me and Tomkabs went back to the grocery store and visited Starbucks so I could get a Frappucino. I should’ve just started grabbing and chugging pots of coffee, but I’m dumb, so I didn’t.
The closest thing I could find to a picture of me after I won my first three games.
My next game was against Sebe, and I took care of business. We tried to play on the big screen but something went wrong with it while we were playing, and it totally perplexed the “Stephanie Tanner All Grown-Up” looking girl that was doing the Twitch streaming. Unfortunately my win meant I got KGman in my next game. He’s been crushing me ever since he dealt me my first playoff loss ever in the 2006 Fall Classic League. I gave him a pretty good battle like I usually do, but he won 2-1. I thought maybe after nine years I could beat him with the Jets, but I was wrong. Next it was on to Icestorm. I came out desperate and scored four goals in the first two or so minutes. I was about to fall asleep after that and he ended up winning 9-7. I tried to go nap on the couches like KG did, but was kicked out by bar staff. They should change the name of RealSports to SpoilSports.
I had an elimination game against smozoma, and in typical me fashion, blew a two-goal lead with a minute left and ended up losing in overtime. I was disappointed but at least this meant I could try to get some sleep. Me and Witt went back to the garage Bo’s car was in. I couldn’t fall asleep and then I had to go back to the bar because Witt forgot he left his phone on a charger. I came back to the car and he went back to the bar. I tried everything I could think of to lull myself to sleep, including playing Pink Floyd’s “A Momentary Lapse of Reason” on my iPod. That’s usually boring enough to put me right out, but not this time. Eventually I gave up and stumbled back into the bar to catch the last few games. After they ended, Brutus got this shot of me looking like his less suave, drunken younger brother.
Finally, we all left the bar. Me, Bo, Witt and shaftman started walking in the vague direction of the Doubletree so we could continue the 2on2/NBA Jam debauchery. We had no idea where we were going but luckily we ran into this guy who was dressed fancily and he told us where to go. Bo was especially impressed with the fact that he had buckles on his shoes. I thought they made him look more like a wandering pilgrim than a sharp guy who knew where to find hotels, but we made it eventually. It was fun while it lasted, until The Sledgehammer Incident got us all tossed.
At this point Witt was somewhere getting sick and we didn’t know how to find him since our data was all turned off on our cell phones, but he finally showed up. Me and Bo decided to get a cab back to the garage that the car was parked in, and we knocked on the window of the cabbie that was sleeping in his front seat in front of the Doubletree and he gave us a ride, so that was pretty convenient. We picked up Witt and off we went, back to our motel.
While in the car I got the funny thought that maybe the mystery guy who showed up and won everything on the SNES side was actually trudatman trolling us all. We all quickly filed that idea away as ridiculous. When we got to the motel, I went to get ice for the room. When I turned to walk out of the lobby, I almost tripped over a girl that had stopped to ask for directions. I was amazed because she was just my type (think Nicki Minaj without the plastic and the terrible voice) and for a brief moment I wondered if KG had sent her my way with some of his prize winnings. I watched her get back in her car and drive away, and I’m sure the fact that a girl that looked like her was at a hotel after 2 AM asking for directions was just a funny coincidence and she totally wasn’t a call girl. I then cursed myself for not having one more beer before we left Raph’s room because if I had I totally would’ve put the moves on her. At least I got to see Witt puke his guts out into a trash can outside the motel right before this, so I got some entertainment.
Sunday: We got packed up (I lost my wallet again inside our room) and hit the road. We ate at some restaurant called The Swiss Chalet, and it was just totally awful. I was the only one of us that cleaned my plate, but I only did it because I like to finish what I start, not because it was good. We made it back across the border uneventfully, and the trip was over.
Epilogue: I went to Wendy’s with some of my friends right after I got home. The service was non-existent and the workers actually ignored our orders until we got annoyed enough to tell the manager. I got a refund for this gross incompetence, and that’s when I realized I was truly back in America, home of the entitled fast food worker.
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http://segaretro.org/Mega_Drive_Keyboardthis is the only keyboard you should be allowed to use
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One other suggestion I have, sort of related to the tournament, is...let's not smash anything with sledgehammers when we're on a top floor of a hotel. It was hilarious but not worth the hassle we got since the people below us understandably were pretty unamused.
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I'd like to second everybody's sentiments in the replies. We couldn't have done any of this without you, Mikey. GG infinity.
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I think that was the game Icestorm beat me in. 9-7 sounds about right, he was Buffalo.
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I played on them, it was a bit of an adjustment yeah but it didn't bother me. Maybe because I'm used to getting crappy seats at the movies and having to strain my neck to look at 50-foot Anne Hathaway. If nothing else, there's surely a way to project a game being played on a small screen onto a bigger one?
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I agree, everything was cool, but some slight adjustments could be made. The winner of the coin toss should get to pick if they want home OR away because some teams are better on the road. Icestorm agreed to a matchup I wanted if he had won the toss and could pick the teams, but I won the toss and wasn't allowed to pick the teams we had agreed on because I had already picked that matchup against someone else (I was winning the toss all day). That's kind of lame. Also, it was impossible to see the final rounds because everybody was crowing around the relatively small TVs, and the big screens definitely should've been used for that so that more people could view them.
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This was wonderful. I didn't even get tired of playing after 17 games in a row on Friday, I usually max out at around 5 or 6 online. My wrists were happy I left though.
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I wish they would've let me sleep on one of those couches. They kicked me off after a minute. Some guys have all the luck.
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I have Verizon and the roaming charges in Canada are pretty outrageous, at least they were last time I was there. I'll be bringing my laptop and using hotel wi-fi to use AIM most likely.
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Yeah speaking of...is anybody bringing folding chairs? If we're gonna be playing in somebody's hotel room I'm assuming they won't have enough couch/chair space for four guys at once?
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Hey remember when we were all excited to play this?
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Me, Bo and Wittgenstein will be staying at the illustrious:
Mississauga Gate Inn
1938 Dundas East
Mississauga, Canada L4X 1L9
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Do you need the pictures to be correct or just the rosters?
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I should be in Connecticut around 11 PM EST tonight to start getting ready for this if anybody wants to meet up.
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Awesome stuff, I can't wait to play tonight (I'll be home around 12:30 AM EST).
Is there a way to nerf the "player gets right back up after pressing B" crap? 2V2 is my spirit animal but the only thing I don't like about it is checks barely mean anything since everybody pops up like a Punch-Me Clown.
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