Timeliness is a concept it seems my mind has trouble with.
Years ago (and not even in a galaxy far, far way) I used to play a card game, a CCG called Raw Deal.
In a particular era of that game (Summerslam, if memory serves, back in 2002, though possibly I'm getting my dates wrong here, it was the set Trish came out in) I played a rather horrible and nasty deck based on the RTC superstar. I played a very dull variant of this consistent game winning machine called RTC Control. It had a very simple winning strategy, it played "3 clutches of doom" and working off that 3F, it went to victory.
During a very long spell of me winning with it, including a trip to Edinburgh in which I won a "hardcore belt" for 22 straight matches, I was very happy indeed (especially after my rather rubbish start to playing the game in which I couldn't win a game with my Jericho deck at all for quite some time). I then lost to a friend of mines deck, Graham, who played a superstar called Trish Stratus that had just come out in the Summerslam set.
The problem is, I could not see a method of actually beating him. His method of play was an autowin for him against one deck. He played one card (JR Style Slobbernocker) at 0F (because of Trish's) ability and then drew me out. And there was nothing I could do to stop him from winning using that method. Nothing.
I remember the setting in which he proved this clearly, as it was a tournament in Newcastle (at the Stout Fiddler pub). Some people had come up from Sheffield, including future UK champion Rob Maslen (who as playing Eddie, a rather broken superstar at that point) and I pretty much demolished the field with my deck. I had a future UK champion looking depressed and throwing rather pointless cards..
In other words, life was good.
Then I played Graham (who had been conferring heavily with another field of mine Ben). First turn, he plays JR Style Slobbernocker and declares he wins.
I spend the next 15 minutes thinking this through before conceding, yes, he wins.
1 matchup I cannot cope with.
My mind does cart-wheels for weeks. At the time I'm working a rather pointless job at the NHS, and my mind wanders and I spend hours upon hours while I read cardlists over and over again, looking for winning combinations, or a counter.
Last night, my mind (the cards are long gone for years) was just wandering as I was reading the paper on the way home and neatly dropped the answer in my lap. Put J.R. Style Clubberin' in the pre-match and you turn an autoloss into a win if he doesn't also pack a J.R. Style Clubberin', or at the very least a 50/50 draw if he starts playing J.R. Style Clubberin'.
And now the important bit.
WHAT A POINTLESS THOUGHT TO HAVE!
Given that the game is now dead, and the Summerslam era was only from 2002 till 2003 and the a multitude of future sets made decks change completely. It's a bit like finding the "secret" tactic of how to win the First World War in 2009. Pointless.
I spent about 3 minutes on the train trip berating myself on the train for not spotting the answer at the time, then another 5 minutes berating myself for wasting time berating myself over something so pointless.
Why that came into my mind though, why it actually filtered though, I find fascinating though. I haven't even thought of Raw Deal in YEARS. Really, years. Yet my mind still remembered the card text on a card, a specific (pointless) situation that will never re-occur, and had found an answer.
But..... how pointless was all that analysis? I sincerely hope my subconscious moves onto more important things!
Oh well, at least how this little cathartic post finally lays the matter to rest in my head....
Or maybe, just maybe, tonight my subconscious will give me the answer to that little puzzle game which so annoyed me when I was 8 in the train home today.... more pointlessness!
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