Join us for another evening of Dip & Drinks at the Red Lion.
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:
This March, the Weasels will renew our six-year-old fight to restore the month to its orignal pastime. March once was known for the backstab, not basketball, and all month long, we'll celebrate the stab (probably while watching basketball in many cases) by playing Diplomacy in bars and homes all over the Chicago area. Take a look at the schedule, check your calendars, and sign up. And don't forget to beware.