This is it, the absolute, definitive, irrefutable, irrevocable, unappealable finale to what has been one of the more interesting experiences I've ever had. Coming from a purely PC eSports background I had no idea what to expect from the five tour stops I was going to be attending throughout this year. It has exposed me to a world I never really considered, and that world is enormous, its fast paced, high tension, and drama filled. In the coming days I will release a full feature on what both console and PC eSports share in common, and what divides them. The MLG 2007 Series was full of rofltastic memories, I hope this blog captures a little bit of the surreal nature I'm still getting used to.

Day One

Satan's Airport

Alright I’ll say it, the terrorists have won. Arriving two hours early to the Phoenix airport should have been enough to catch a flight. Oh no. I’m one of those people that will never check a bag, it takes too long and five out of three times they’ll send my clothing to a foreign principality. I’ve mastered the operation of those little computers to print out my boarding pass. I even wear flip flops so it’s less of a hassle at the x-ray. So far be it from me to expect any sort of problem traveling the 1,000 feet from curbside to airplane.

That’s when I saw it, the security line from hell. This thing was straight out of a Somalian refugee camp. A thousand people lined up in a maze of impatience and hate. It took TWO HOURS to make my way to the end, an understatement would be I was cutting it close.

Put it this way, I never ever, in my entire life thought I would be one of those nutjobs that has to sprint through the airport, bags in tow, to stop a closing airplane door. My apologies go out to all of the elderly and associated members of the Girl Scouts of America that were caught in the wake.

Viva Las Vegas

They don’t mess around here. Immediately after stepping off the plane I was confronted with rows of slot machines. Awesome. I called Midway to find out where we were shacking up. Upon learning the rooms were at the Venetian, I made a beeline for the taxi.

Having never been to Vegas before, all of my knowledge of the area comes from the travel channel. See, the Venetian is a beast of a hotel. Roughly two million square feet of in your face excessive luxury that gives the proverbial middle finger to anyone who makes less than $300,000 dollars a year and doesn’t ride a helicopter to work. The average table bet hovers in the lower four digits and dropping a grand on a meal isn’t hard to do. Clearly within the budget constraints of a GotFrag employee.

I met Dpad.com writer Michael Murray in the lobby and like some kind of LSD laced version of Alice in Wonderland, I was led down corridors of flashing lights, half naked cocktail waitresses, and gambling. Lots of gambling. Apparently Midway was down working at the event that had started earlier in the day, but my guess would have to be flirting with said semi-nude beverage service. Midway likes ladies.

Our room, nay our compound, is bigger than my two bedroom apartment. Two beds, a couch (thanks for taking the bullet Trevor), two giant plasma TVs and… get ready for it. A TV IN THE DAMN SHOWER.

I apologize for the briefness, I got in late so not much went down. You definitely want to read tomorrows blog, I can't give anything away but I can guarantee you wont want to miss it.

For now, its time for a hot shower and reruns of Meerkat Manor.