Like Night and Day

11737911_10155842616515297_2341102249968263915_nAfter all my fretting over my Doomtown deck on Thursday, Saturday’s tournament rolled around with me still unsure how I was going to do.  I took a little comfort in the fact that my build very closely resembled one I saw that won a recent high-level tournament.  But even if the construction was sound, I was pretty sure I’d find a way to mess it up somehow.

My first round game was very tight, coming down almost to the time limit.  It hinged on a rules clarification, where my opponent was trying to play a card a certain way and which I swore he was using incorrectly.  This would have definitely swung the game in his favor had I been wrong, but I wasn’t, and so his plans were thwarted, and I managed to beat him with about three or four minutes to spare.

The second game was a little quicker, although nonetheless nerve-wracking.  My economy was slow, especially since I had to spend money on an expensive card or two to keep me in the game.  In the end though, my opponent made a small misplay that I took advantage of to seal the win.  A lot of luck in this one, including managing a legal five of a kind (four of kind plus a wild card), but I was now 2-0, much to my surprise.

But the final game for the championship was against the deck I feared, the killer deck that could come after my dudes on the very first turn and wipe me out before the game even started.  My opponent sprang his trap … and I held him off.  He sprang it again …  and I held it off.  For the next forty minutes, the game veered back and forth in one of the most tense, exciting games of Doomtown I’ve ever had.  At one point, I stood on the brink of victory, needing just one more control point, but with no way to get it.  In the end, my opponent’s main dude, hiding safely at his home base, provided the needed cushion, and I eventually fell to his onslaught without about five minutes left in the round.  But I’d more than held my own, and in the championship game, only days after thinking I’d be wiped out.  A very welcome second place, particularly because my opponent was a good friend of mine and a gracious winner.

So my fears had been unfounded, and even with a loss in the final, I walked out feeling good about myself.  I’d built well, played well, and most importantly, had a really good time playing a game I really like.  That’s a win even with a loss.


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