We begin. All preparations have been made, meals planned, linen pants put on, discontinued (for legal reasons) 'energy boosters' sitting on table ready to be called to action.
Of course, I'd like to thank all of the people who have commented and sent me their well-wishes and apologies. I'm not going to lie, I want this win. I want it bad. At least right now I do, at 5 in the morning with Van Halen's Jump playing at me.
All of the psychological tactics essentially stop now, except for Alex's best tactic of all: Hunkering down and playing a god-damn game for many, many dozens of hours seemingly unfazed. It's an intimidating thing to watch, and certainly a horrifying thing to do, but I feel like this time, this year, the underdog will get his delicious due. Deliciously.
Keep posted every hour, we will be alternating short blogs.
Bye!
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