I was about to put some people on blast, but I realized there isn't much point in doing that anymore. My opinions aren't respected enough to persuade anyone one way or another, so I've decided to make my pre-epic 1337 post reflecting on some of my smash related mistakes.
I'd also like to read some of your stories if you want to share them. They don't have to be as serious as the one's I'm posting.
It doesn't matter if it is gameplay related or player related, it just has to be smash related.
I have a couple of gameplay regrets, but I think I'm going to share a couple of player-related regrets that are stuck out in recent memory. I also hope that in explaining my point of view, that any persons involved may either forgive me or understand why I made the choices that I did.
One of my earliest regrets was at my first out of state tournament at one of Ken's biweeklies in July, 2004. The most I regret from this in reflection was my selfishness, because the person that was affected was Forward.
We got second in teams losing to Ken and Manacloud, I think that was the first time we ever teamed together unless I forgot about some random Tucson tournament in between my earlier debut in the AZ scene in March.
Anyway, we were ****** singles, too. Taking out Ken’s Elite 4 and everything. Forward sent Pedro and Manacloud to losers, I sent Tavo to losers, played Ken for the first time, and I did REALLY well. He was mostly just kidding around the entire tournament, but I felt like I accomplished something by beating his Falcon with my Fox and forcing him to bring out his Marth. It went down to last stock and he was at up throw up air percentage, but he beat me and sent me to losers. I took out Bananaclown, and had to play Forward (
Which he ended up banning us from ever coming back for 3 years.)
I wanted to win really badly. So badly, that I ended up cheesing the **** out of him and just straight up playing Jiggs and crouching the whole game and playing for up throw rests. It was the first time that I eliminated him from a tournament, and it was all so that I could get another crack at Ken. I ended up getting absolutely *****, and I know that Forward wasn’t very happy about losing to me. I think ever since then, I’ve always been really apprehensive about playing against him.
I should've given him the opportunity as an AZ brother to take on Ken, or at the very least played him straight up with my Sheik/Fox instead of resorting to cheese under those circumstances. I have no problem with people cheesing, but it just isn't something I should do against my teammates and comrades. I think I was too young to realize it as I was still new to the community, and I hadn't really thought about gaming in general the way that I do now, almost 7 years later in competitive Melee.
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My next regret would have to be at MLG LA 2005. This one is considerably shorter. My only regret from that tournament other than the drive home, was forfeiting to DSF in losers because he told me he could beat Isai and split money with me. That was one of the few tournaments where I had a good chance of not only beating him, but maybe even getting some notoriety from placing high and I was playing so well that I could’ve seen myself going toe to toe against Isai. To this day, Isai is the last legend that I never got to play 1v1 in friendlies or tournament.
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This last one for the night is directed toward Jash at Pound 4. I don’t know if he accepts it as a justification for my actions or not, but I’ll explain myself anyway.
That weekend I was getting progressively sicker. I was pretty hyped from the event, but because of my illness I would say that my general temperament can change quickly from little things. Jash sits down to play me, I don’t recall anything ever being said, I don’t even remember if I recognized him as Jash until after we played or not.
Well, he ended up just top platform camping my Mewtwo on Dream Land, and when I recognized that he was quite serious about keeping that up despite his lead…in a friendly… with no dialogue, I just decided that the match wasn’t worth playing and I walked away. I didn’t even think about his perspective of the whole event, all I thought about was why would someone want to play that way in a first-time friendly without even mentioning he wanted a serious match?
And it wasn’t until relatively recently that I even thought about my “status” as a player. Axe even brought this up, and said that from the old player perspective, we just exist for new players to come in and beat us. He’s absolutely right, I’ve thought about it before, but actually hearing it put like that made a lot of sense. It is most likely that Jash sat down and played me with something to prove and I just overlooked it from my crummy disposition that I’m just a dude sitting on a TV messing around with my Mewtwo. I tend to forget that for some reason people ONLY recognize me for my Mewtwo. Also, that in a tournament or even a friendly match that ONE match can mean a lot to someone just like it used to with me when I first played Ken.
So I want to openly apologize to Jash for rage-quitting in our friendly, and I wouldn’t mind playing with you again. I just don’t want to play that match-up on DL64, because it takes way too much time to crack a YL’s shell on that stage, and a player of your caliber would most likely **** me indefinitely. I don’t think Mewtwo vs. YL is unwinnable for Mewtwo, especially on stages with low/nonexistent top platforms, and if that was what you were trying to prove to me, then I accept your challenge.
I meant no disrespect to you as a player, at the time I just felt like that gameplay was disrespectful to me.
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Oh yeah, if that dude still exists that greeted me at OC3 and said, “Hey dude, I play Mewtwo, too!” and I sarcastically said, “I’m sorry.” I was just joking, and my friends still give me crap for that because it was pretty funny and ****ish (Even though my condolences for your losses are likely justified).
I have one more big one that I'll post another time, maybe for my 1337th post, or maybe next week.
Oh late night posts, how you cleanse the mind. Maybe I should drink and post! Next time, baby.