The Bootleggers Ball weekend passed by in the blink of an eye. It was a great two days full of cards and maximum friendship and I can’t thank everyone enough for coming and the local Music City guys for helping out along the way. It would not have happened otherwise. I don’t like to single anyone out, but I do have to give a shout-out to brother Alan Finney for all his hard work he...
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...
Cayce (emphasis on the C.E.) here. Derek and the Lion were unable to attend the recent Rukh Cup in St. Louis, but I lead a quartet of my fellow Raiders to the Gateway to the West and partook in the joys of blowing up chickens. Though we were down some of our brethren, the four of us met up with some friends from Chicago and had a grand old time. The Friday night before the...
Registration link at the bottom Sometime last summer, shortly after the first Bootleggers Ball, I was surprised to see a message pop up from Jesper Myrfors. What in the shit is Jesper Myrfors messaging me for? He told me that I should show our groups patch featuring the artwork from Titanias Song to Tom Wanerstrand, as is his mother Kerstin Kaman had done the original painting. I knew who Tom was. Off the top of...
Holy shit its 2019. I’m finding myself at work trying to slice through the grind so I figured I’d blast out a quick post. It’s been fun for me to word vomit upon this blog for the past year about my dumb decks and boring work life, even if I am just bullshitting for my own amusement. 2018 was a big year and 2019 is looking bigger already. We’ve got a literal van full of...
A Bootleggers Christmas 0S95 tournament is in the books. After 4 drops, we had 12 players. We had an amazing pile of loot and raffled off the high dollar items earning $590 for McKamey animal shelter. I’ll keep this short and sweet. Alan Finney took it down undefeated with a RGW Stormbind deck and Sonny Tennille snagged most creative with Enduring Renewal combo. This came as no surprise to me as I had tested my...
I’ve been on lock-down for our past two meet-ups, but have been stirring the cauldron and have caught some pick-up games with brother Finney, testing out my OS95 deck that I’ll talk about. Our band is continuing to grow with 4 new bootleggers cleansed through the sweet sounds of Titanias Song. We’re still throwing around some ideas for next year’s Bootleggers Ball and preparing for our upcoming winter tournament, a Bootleggers Christmas. I recently read...
I know the doll is around here somewhere. Without it my daughter will not go to sleep. I search everywhere as I have her in one arm, blanket in the other. She rubs her eyes with little hands and says “dollllll”. I know baby. We’ll find it. It’s 9:23 AM, close to nap time. I ascend the stairs trying to reassure her that we will find the doll when she awakes. She let’s out a...
