In which we worry about the coming weekend

Somehow a godly presence in the clouds planted in the minds of the Quakers that they were running VLD with e-ballots. That was news to me, given my stance on judges at college tournaments, who are about as reliable as some really unreliable thing [insert your own metaphor here; I’m fresh out], not to mention that they’re usually flung to the far corners of the campus du jour, making it unlikely to impossible to know if they’re where they’re supposed to be if they haven’t checked in. Then again, the VLD pool at the Quakers isn’t terribly large and it looks pretty responsible, so I admitted to the godly presence in the clouds that maybe it wasn’t the world’s worst idea, and there we are. We’ll see how it goes. (Keep in mind that the GPITC has regularly lambasted me for launching headfirst into tabroom—his program—at the first opportunity, damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead, rather than applauding me for launching headfirst into tabroom et cetera, et cetera, but when I show the slightest hint of reluctance to use any of the features, he questions my intelligence, my heritage, my masculinity and my fondness for Walt Disney World. Shouldn’t he be out in California running one of their tournaments where the sun is always shining and surf’s up or whatever and leaving me and the Quakers to our own devices? But I know the real problem. When all is said and done, I’m the default poster boy for his program, warts and all—the program’s warts, not mine—and he was sort of hoping to get Edward Snowden but then the whole NSA thing broke…There’s nothing programmers hate more than users.)

Meanwhile, everyone thinking about attending a tournament anywhere from Philadelphia to Cambridge this weekend is no doubt feverishly studying the weather reports. This time of year, we should think about holding our tournaments down south, someplace where it’s warm and they don’t get crippling storms. I’ll betcha people are wearing their baggies and their huarache sandals too down there in Georgia! Kaz has already suggested that her school may ground the team, and the Sailors’ fate is probably similarly up in the air. That’s all we need, another aborted tournament.

I put out a call today to the MHL troops to think about getting their acts together for the blowout next Saturday. Given that there’s certainly no school tomorrow, anyone planning on having late signups may end up with no signups. Then again, maybe it’ll just snow again and put us out of our misery. Talk about your winters of discontent!