(Here’s the post I wrote earlier this week explaining the basics of Magic. The following post is the story of my trip to the Washington D.C. Grand Prix on June 29, attended by 1,400 competitors and promising up to $4,000 to the winners. Winning is simple: use any method in the cards you’re given to send your opponent’s life down to 0, two times out of three, within a 50-minute round.)
We were just south of D.C., in a reformed Walmart padded with black tables as numerous as strands on a shag rug – tables as far as you could see, all with little markers with numbers leading from 1 to over 600.
You never realize how big a Walmart is until it stops being a Walmart, and just becomes a big gray box with hanging lights. Without the shelves to block my sight I could have imagined this place had its own celestial bodies. Perfect place to hold 1,400 weirdos (I use that term endearingly) in a fantasy battle royale.
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