Music City Old School MTG

Well we haven’t posted shit in a solid two months. We came out swinging with something like 5 or 6 posts in two days after BLB ‘19 and have had a bangover ever since. Personally, I’ve had a lot going on and I haven’t really had anything spark my interest enough to write about. But, things are starting to level out and there are a few events on the horizon that I’m pretty pumped on....

My friend Sonny has a story to tell.  Sonny?……….    

I had a hell of a run with Stompy at Bootleggers going 6-1 taking 3rd place. I don’t mean to beat a dead horse here, but I’m proud of her and wanted to send it off with some final (final) thoughts, mostly on the sideboard, and very briefly talk about a couple of my matches. It’s been about a year ago that I started working on this deck and after a fairly in depth blog...

I had never met Pez before the BLBBBQ. I chatted with him briefly a couple of times on Discord and seen some of his comments there as well, mostly shit talking Cam Wall and Green cards. But, as intimidating as his comments and appearances may be, Pez is an extremely nice dude. I really enjoyed getting to hang out and talk with him at the BBQ and wish we had time to do more of...

I woke up a few mornings ago around 6 A.M. I lay in bed completely still until I hear the coffee maker kick on, which is my cue to start moving. This past year I’ve been renovating a 100 year old home and trying to play catch up on a career that I started way later in life than I should have. The grind lately has been…especially grindy. Before the sweet morning nectar even started...

It’s rare these days to have a moment to myself, where I can sit in quiet and sift through the endless weave of thoughts. Once I believed I knew where I stood on earthly matters. I had opinions on politics, religion, current events. When I was younger it seemed important to finalize everything, as if life was always just around the corner and I had to get there. It now seems more empowering to say...

If it were possible to distill happiness and capture it’s essence in a jar what price would you pay for a single drop? What value would it have if the most wonderful moments of our lives could be harnessed and relived over and over again with a simple drop on the tongue? Happiness presents itself as a paradox, one we can define yet it remains ever elusive. We strive to hold it in our hands...