Why I Didn't Win

Well...
The tournament didn't go as well as I'd hoped.
I'd like to tell you that I did well and made it far, but in reality, I didn't even make it in the front door.

I went there with my friend Adam. We left my house early in the morning and went to the Gamestop, which was, like, fifty miles away, but when we got there, half an hour before the rules said we could start lining up, there was already a line stretching five stores down.

Even so, being the hopeful gamers that we are, Adam and I took our places in line, hoping that there were less than 63 people in front of us, as only the first 64 would be allowed to enter. Adam and I both felt strongly that the people who lined up early should be disqualified, but someone pointed out that there was really no way to enforce it, and people were bound to get excited about something like this. Something I noticed was that everyone had brought their own 3DS's, which meant they had probably been practicing a lot. We were hoping that most of the people there would be people who just wanted to play the game. I don't even have a 3DS.

After a while, my dad brought in a couple of lawn chairs from the car, but Adam opted to stay standing. He also offered some doughnuts, but I was too disappointed to eat. We tried to pass the time by practicing our skills on Adam's 3DS. I heard that closer to the front, people had started challenging each other to Smash Bros. matches for each others' spots in line.

At one point, I saw my dad talking up at the front of the line, and I thought he was negotiating to get us into the tournament. As it turns out, he was just talking to the people in the front of the line.

Eventually, the Gamestop employees went and handed out numbers to the first 64 people. We were ten spots away from the 64th person. Dejected and cheated, we went back to the car. We went over to Adam's house and played some Brawl over there.

Maybe they'll have another tournament when the Wii U version comes out. I'm much better with a Wii Remote.
And now I have to explain that to all my classmates who I told I would be in New York this week for the national tournament. Hoo boy.