Its very name inspires fear across Europe. The hint of its formation can solidfy two other pairs, for when the Russian-Turkish alliance starts to roll, it flattens everyone in its path.
In Game No. 216, played last Saturday at Peter Lokken's home in Old Town, Russia and Turkey looked more like Jughead and Archie than the feared alliance. When the game ended by draw vote in Spring 1908, there was nothing left of them but stains on the board.
Join us for our club's happiest tradition, the eighth annual season-ending Weasel Pyle at Eric Brown's beautiful home in bucolic Wayne. We'll field three or four boards of Diplomacy, hand out the Season Eight awards, announce the Weasel Royale bids, elect a couple of suckers to the Sneak, and strike up the regimental choir. Don't miss it!
The latest addition to my family room is a set of coasters from the Game of Thrones*. Each one represents one of the great houses of Westeros, displaying the family's sigil and words. The Stark coaster, for example, says, "Winter is coming." The Lannisters', "Hear me roar." During the Fall 1901 turn of Game No. 215, which was played today at my house in Little Italy, my son Kevin gave our family its words. Or so we thought.
Unfortunately, the Easterners rained on his parade a bit, as Austria, Turkey and Italy, respectively, took the top three spots, leaving his France in distant sixth. Don Glass grabbed the board top, his second of the season. The game ended by draw vote in Spring 1909 in the following center counts.
These days, weekend passes are all too rare for Eric Brown, an original Weasel and the father of two active kids. But he has one this weekend. Help him put it to good use by joining us for a Diplomacy game at Dan Burgess' home in Downers Grove.
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: