I Entered My First Gaming Tournament… and Got Obliterated

I’m no idiot, I knew what it was. “Nevertheless, he persisted.” T’was the last day of school (I teach) in NYC so my afternoon was filled with smiles and sunshine. Smiles and sunshine that soon turned to frustration and doom. Ya boy ran home to eat some grub, grab a couple Nintendo 64 controllers (which are highly recommended), took a swig of Jameson and hopped on the F train to Delancey-Essex. I entered the abyss that goes by the name of Nebulous Gaming on the Lower East Side of Manhattan and will never be the same again. I rolled up to the spot pretty damn skeptical if I’m keepin’ it a hunnit. Whenever you have to walk through a long uninviting hallway to get to the meat and potatoes of a venue, you’re gonna be a lil’ weary. But just like that sketchy hallway I walked through to get to an insanely dope stadium style club in Cancun, I was rewarded when I got to the light at the end of this gaming tunnel. What emerged is best described as Boiler Room meets the South Park World of Warcraft episode. Just rows of awesomely old tv’s collected throughout decades of smashing, coupled with a Nintendo 64 sitting in front of most monitors. There was also a trading card section for Magic the Gathering aficionados. Tons of people were chillin’ playing some friendlies to get ready for the tournament starting soon. I found the guy who showed love for the Smash Bros is the Greatest Fighting Game of All Time article I wrote and he put me on to the rules of this event. We chopped it up for a …