The goblin horde has been banished from Standard, thus I struggle on in my endless quest to prove the dominance of the little green men from the mountains in the only format left open to us.

It was a dark and cliched line. The air was crisp, so moist you could practically taste the mana. All eyes were all up-ons a small cardgaming hovel called Yellowjacket, named after it’s founder ‘Baron von Yellowjackinstein’.

Yeah, so Provincials was fun. We got up insanely early, caught the first ferry out of Dodge, and made it to Mishra’s in time to wait around for the tournament. Jeff and Nathaniel were there, so like John’s article says we had a strong Victoria crew vying for the coveted playmats.

So I had decided for a while that I wanted to go to Provincials. I don’t get many chances to go play in Van and this one was going to work out for me so I didn’t want to miss it. It seemed quite difficult to find anyone else that wanted to go except for Daniel and I was concerned about him actually having money.