The holidays can be dark days for the Poultry of Europe, what with all the feasting and leftovers and general overeating. But the New Year promised a fresh start for Turkey, and guided by the stern hand and steely resolve of #Season14 newcomer Eber Condrell, the yellow pieces splattered the clean slate with the blood of their enemies.
After a two-month holiday hiatus, the Weasels were back in action last week for Red Wednesday at the Red Lion in Lincoln Square. It was just the fifth the game of the season and first since November 14, and a few of the players played as if they were still sleeping off a family gorging. But not Condrell. When Italy employed the Byrne Opening–Venice to Tyrolia, Rome to Venice, named for the postal hobby’s fiercest practitioner, the late Kathy Byrne Caruso–and a Western Triple swamped Russia and the Mediterranean, Condrell seized these opportunities to ruthlessly gobble every lightly defended dot he could reach. He finished eating all three of his neighbors in 1904, and belched his way into a 14th dot by game’s end. It was an impressive blitzing of three of the club’s veteran players.
Game No. 381 ended by time limit after the Fall 1906 turn in the following center counts:
Austria (Jim O’Kelley): 0; 0.000 points.
England (Mike Whitty): 7; 13.243 points.
France (Ian Hyzy): 2; 1.081 points.
Germany (Christian Kline): 11; 32.703 points.
Italy (Ted McClelland): 0; 0.000 points.
Russia (Don Glass): 0; 0.000 points.
Turkey (Eber Condrell): 14; 52.973 points.
The supply center chart is here. The updated league standings are here. Check out how close it is as the top! And here are the Brawl standings.
A high-schooler with online experience, Condrell debuted with the club on Opening Night. It was a rocky start. He drew Austria and was eliminated, but not without a stubborn fight. His second game, at Red Wednesday in November, went much better. He led most of the way and finished a close second to Mike Morrison. This time, he outsprinted hard-charging Christian “The Scorpion” Kline, by a wide margin. Clearly, he’s a player to watch and perhaps deserves a nickname of his own.
To that end, I’ll put forward “The Scondrell” as a candidate. Can anyone top that? Comment below.
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Great exchange in Fall 1906, as Christian and Mike were openly discussing whether the former should walk into an open London on the final turn of the game:
[b]Mike:[/b] If you don’t take it, it would demonstrate that you don’t [i]always[/i] have to be the Scorpion.
[b]Christian:[/b] That ship has sailed.