The West Coast STS
Saturday, July 22, 2000, 7:56 A.M.: I woke up
bright and early, took my shower and ate hurriedly, packed, and embarked
on the hour and forty-five minutes journey to Long Beach for the event of
a lifetime Iíve been anticipating for the past month and a half; The
Super Trainer Showdown!
9:30 A.M.: I had just arrived at the Queen Mary,
and had gotten lost with the thousands of people coming from every
direction. When I finally found my way to the event, I was greeted by a
roughly six thousand-person line to register for the tournament.
10:15 A.M.: About five hundred people had gotten
in, then the Queen Mary employees ďkindlyĒ informed us the ship was at
maximum capacity, they gave everyone who had missed out a free booster
pack, nowhere near worth what some people have gone through just to be
there. I was also looking forward to meeting Spike there, who had flown in
from Kansas on Friday, I didnít actually, see him there, and I hope that
he wasnít screwed over like the other fifty-five hundred people from all
over the country had been.
12:13 P.M. Still waiting in line, hoping to get
into the other available stuff besides the tourney. After about an hour
and half more, I left disappointed and hoping the East Coast STS wonít
suck so bad...
1:34 P.M.: Iíd just got to my favorite comic/card
store, and out of pity or something, my step-dad got me a few packs of
Magic, and I doubt that anyone cares for me to list the contents of the
5:07 P.M.: Here I am, sitting my lazy butt in front
of the computer, complaining about an event thatís free and run by
Wizards. Hell, looking at it that way, it was bound to be crappy in the
first place. =)
And now I leave you with these last words: I know
we should all be grateful just because Wizards makes Pokemon TCG in the
first place, but this is just ridiculous...