Jesus Was A Gamer... Part 3 of 3

Sorry it took me so long to get this out. Not that anyone really cares. I know I don't.

Saturday:
By now ive forgotten most of the small details and dont rember a lot of the big ones. I think on Saturday we played a game called "if an orc dies in the forest... does anyone really care". It was a board game of sorts. similar to risk. Bryan was playing the good side against one guy. and me and Jimb were playing the good side against another gal. Bryan, being the semi honest one in the group, played fair, lost, and didnt enjoy the game that much. me and jimb, however, cheated like mad, won and had a slightly better experience. I think i asked one of the hotel staff about jeffrey dahmer also. She wasnt very happy that i was asking her, and denied everything. or maybe that happened friday. i dont know... Saturday night, bryan and jimb once again tried their hands at the poker qualifers. Bryan again took a close second outta 6 players. Jimb however got his game on and won. onto the semifinals. When we got back either before or after the poker finals jimb was bored. so bryan said "jimbob, youve got a baseball bat and a thing of tomatoes, whats the fucking problem" (i dont know if thats an exact quote or not, i dont remember). So Jimbob went out into the hallway, threw a tomatoe up in the air, swung and nailed it. he got a good hold of it too. cuz it was splattered all the way down one wall and a little on the opposite wall. I think thats everything for saturday...

Sunday:
Sunday morning sucked. Jimbob, asshole, went off first thing in the morning to go play in his stupid poker tournament, while me and bryan loaded the van. there was only one eleveator working and everyone was using it. we were on the 8th floor so stairs were out of the question. We made it in four trips, each time loaded like pack mules. on one trip i had a baseball bat, a snow shovel, an alright guy flag, and a crowbar with a Mr. Nutz mask hanging on the end of it, all sticking out of my ass. it was a very tight fit. but seeing the Mr. Nutz mask bobbing back and forth as i walked was worth it. Next year, me and bryan are gonna have an event first thing sunday morning and jimbob can load the van by himself. Finally we got the van all loaded and went over to the con to check up on jimbob. He was playing at a table with five other guys, one who was a really big fat guy in a red shirt who made out to be all dumb and goofy but had several large piles of bills in front of him. Jimb took second, but it wasnt close. There were only three tables in the semifinals so they decided to take the top two from each table so that they would have 6 in the finals. me and bryan went a got some more cards signed while we waited another 3 hours for jimbob. I bought some mine doughnuts which were just fucking awesome. though a bit expensive. When we went back to check on jimbob, two of the otherplayers looked like they had either bigger or very close amounts to jimbob. after a couple of hands they rang the buzzer and counted the money. Jimb had won. He is the official 2002 gencon poker tournament champion. So if you see him congratulate him. He won a free pass to gencon next year, but even more importatnly, he won a free room. Nutz for us. thats like $150 bucks off each of our tabs for next year. We went to the mall to celebrate. filled up our mugs. and had some arby's to go. On the way out there was a new preacher. The best kind, the kind that likes to argue. Jimbob said to him "Hey, we're on the up and up, Jesus was a gamer." They guy immediatley went on the defense telling us we'd be on the up and up when we were burning in hell or some shit like that. Jimb wussed out and wouldnt debate with guy. oh well. he one the tournament, and hes the founder and sole member of the "couch can play scrabble club" so i gotta cut him some slack once and awhile. after that we went home. We watched movies and slept and killed any of the hostages that were still alive. the end.