It's easier for a baseball player to deal with failure than it is for, say, a football player. The baseball player can redeem himself the next night. The football player must wait at least a week for his chance.
Similarly, one of the nice things about playing Dip with the Windy City Weasels is you usually don't have to wait long to wash away the taste of a bad game. Such was the case on Wednesday night at the Red Lion, where the Weasels gathered to play our 20th game of the season and our 213th overall. Just one week after writing a whopping seven misorders as Russia in Game No. 212, Ted "Cake" Phillips guided England to a share of the board top.
I'm short on time, so this will be brief. Alex Amann, the Connecticut Yankee now living in the Bay Area, has been a dues-paying Weasel for two years now. Last night, he finally played in one of our league games.
In town for the ScavHunt at the University of Chicago, Amann had a free night on Wednesday and asked me to organize a game in his honor. I did. And the son of a bitch paid me back by running the Central Powers System in my family room.
Game No. 212 ended by time limit after the Fall 1906 turn in the following center counts:
Wednesday is Diplomacy Night this May. Join us for another Wednesday night game, this time at the Red Lion in Lincoln Square on May 15.
Our old friend Alex Amann, the Beantown-turned-Bay-Area player, will be in town next week for an event at the University of Chicago, but he has some free time on Wednesday, and he'd like to spend it with us over a map of Europe. Join us for a wicked good time at a rare Wednesday night bar game/house game hybrid in Little Italy.
Sam Bassett (pictured) spent much of his Spring 1901 negotiation time hatching an exotic opening* as Russia in last night's Game No. 211 at the Red Lion in Lincoln Square. In this particular opening--which Bassett has played before with the Weasels to varying degrees of success--Russia works with the Turk to quickly pressure the Austrian while also beefing up her Scandinavian presence. The Spring 1901 moves are:
A late cancellation forced Hipster John Gramila to play on two boards last night at the Red Lion, but we still had 13 folks come out on a Wednesday night to close the curtain on our sixth annual March Madness extravaganza. Both games ended by time limit after the Fall 1906 turn.
Game No. 209 ended in the following center counts:
"Nate is like my Newman." -- Ted McClelland
If nothing else, Game No. 208 taught a practical life lesson to Whitten Davis, Chris' 12-year-old son: It's not always the Newmans of the world who cause you problems.
"Stranger danger," the elder Davis explained, pointing to Ben DiPaola, whose Austria turned the tide on Whitten's Turkey. "Sometimes it's the nice guy you have to worry about."
We're planning to maintain our supply center chart online tomorrow, so if you're watching basketball at home, keep an eye on us, too. We may also be able to provide some commentary in the comments section below. No fancy maps, though. This is a rudimentary effort compared with Dan Burgess' usual schtick.
The supply center chart will be here.
"I don't get it," my wife said, peering over my shoulder. "Wouldn't they both apply?"
"I didn't raise my son to be a backstabber," I replied.
Turns out it didn't matter. It's in his nature.
Conversation with the Tsar, Spring 1906. My British armies are in Moscow and St. Petersburg, but I'm trailing board leader Don Glass, the Austrian, by two, and he has greater access to the three remaining Russian centers.
I've written almost all of our 205 game summaries, so I know what I'm talking about when I say that opportunites to work show tunes into these things are rare. For that reason, I was pulling hard for a board-topping performance by native Oklahoman Sam Bassett. Alas, the only thing swept down the plains in Game No. 205, played last night at Guthrie's Tavern in Wrigleyville, were the aspirations of Sam and his fellow Westerners.
The game ended by time limit after the Fall 1906 turn in the following center counts:
We billed Game No. 204 as an opportunity to play your way into host and author Ted McClelland's next memoir. (Ted's fourth book, Nothing but Blue Skies, will hit the stands this spring.) Unfortunately for those seeking notoriety, they didn't leave Ted with anything worth writing about. By the time the game ended by draw vote in Spring 1908, he had been dead long enough to finish a fifth book.
The game was played at Ted's home in Rogers Park. The final center counts were: