Teflon Billy club
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GwydapLlew
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Hazing? In this day and age? Dear me...
Why are we still talking about this? Nothing happens at Gen Con but some pick-up games and the ENnies.
Why are we still talking about this? Nothing happens at Gen Con but some pick-up games and the ENnies.
Truth Seeker
Adventurer
-Rolls up sleeves and getts the club of clubs for the fool bastard, who mention the CLUB of TB-
Only 1 RULE, and there is the ONE.
No talking of TBC, snitch and ye pearly teeth will adorn my mantle, up yonder, in the crow's nest.
Only 1 RULE, and there is the ONE.
No talking of TBC, snitch and ye pearly teeth will adorn my mantle, up yonder, in the crow's nest.
True Teflon Billy story. It still makes me laugh at myself, in fact, I haven't even told my wife this story, as I feel so stupid about it.
Gen Con 2005.
One of the things I was hoping to get done at the Con was to meet the infamous TB. I'd read his posts, chatted with him a little about hockey, and generally liked his view on things, and since I saw myself as a puck loving, truth telling, son of a gun, I figured we'd get along pretty well. Not to mention, the albeit hushed, tales of the rapscallions debauchery was right up my alley, as I can hold my own at all sorts of night spots.
So I make my way to the Canadiana Suite on the Friday of the convention, make a donation into the jar, sit down and have a chat with Hellhound. He's a hell of a guy, and a great first person to meet from EnWorld. I notice that TB is behind the bar, talking with a bunch of guys. My first impression is to go over and blurt "Hey, I'm a big fan". I see myself as a little more suave then that, so I decide to bide my time. At least that's what I'm telling myself. The truth of the matter is, I'm a little nervous. Now, I'm in sales for a living, and I talk to strangers on a daily basis. Internally, I'm slapping myself in the head, because I know I should be feeling no anxiety, but here I was, frozen to the couch, and unable to introduce myself.
Hellhound excuses himself to make the rounds, and I figure it's time to force myself to make the introduction. I get up, look over to the bar, and TB's gone. He had left the party.
It was the only EnWorld event I attended that weekend, and I didn't spot him at the Con. I swear the next time I'm at Gen Con, I will introduce myself, and I will buy the man a beer.
I'm such an idiot.
Gen Con 2005.
One of the things I was hoping to get done at the Con was to meet the infamous TB. I'd read his posts, chatted with him a little about hockey, and generally liked his view on things, and since I saw myself as a puck loving, truth telling, son of a gun, I figured we'd get along pretty well. Not to mention, the albeit hushed, tales of the rapscallions debauchery was right up my alley, as I can hold my own at all sorts of night spots.
So I make my way to the Canadiana Suite on the Friday of the convention, make a donation into the jar, sit down and have a chat with Hellhound. He's a hell of a guy, and a great first person to meet from EnWorld. I notice that TB is behind the bar, talking with a bunch of guys. My first impression is to go over and blurt "Hey, I'm a big fan". I see myself as a little more suave then that, so I decide to bide my time. At least that's what I'm telling myself. The truth of the matter is, I'm a little nervous. Now, I'm in sales for a living, and I talk to strangers on a daily basis. Internally, I'm slapping myself in the head, because I know I should be feeling no anxiety, but here I was, frozen to the couch, and unable to introduce myself.
Hellhound excuses himself to make the rounds, and I figure it's time to force myself to make the introduction. I get up, look over to the bar, and TB's gone. He had left the party.
It was the only EnWorld event I attended that weekend, and I didn't spot him at the Con. I swear the next time I'm at Gen Con, I will introduce myself, and I will buy the man a beer.
I'm such an idiot.
Teflon Billy
Explorer
That's insane. Nervous about talking to me at Gen Con?
Hell man, I'm cordial to Rangerwickett for chrissakes
Hell man, I'm cordial to Rangerwickett for chrissakes
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