ECC9: True Hollywood…er…New Jersey Stories
Crazy, but true stories from ECC 9.
Id like to hear from other gamers from ECC9. Reply to this story with comments or your own crazy story. The only rule is: its gotta be true. Cant make this stuff up. Read on.
Sunday afternoon into evening, Id secured a front row seat at the Marvel matches on the big MVC2 machine. Highlights included a PERFECT delivered by a guy with the sickest MSP Ive ever seen, Isaac. Shortly after the 8th pool of MVC2 starts, Ive gotta go to the bathroom. Im pretty sure all of the guys know that the bootleg door of the mens bathroom of 8 on the Break wouldnt close all the way and was reinforced with tape. I was skeptical about going in, but Id been watching matches all day and had to go. I knock on the door and no one answers. Gave it a test poke just to make sure, then proceeded. Again, the door wasnt secure. I had to hold one foot up against the door just in case anyone else came to the bathroom while I took a wizz. About 15 seconds in, a guy starts pushing on the door. HOLD ON!! He pushes again. HOLD ON MAN! The third push slides my foot about 2 feet and fucks up my aim. IM PISSING!!! A black dude was standing over my shoulder (WTF? crosses my mind). I immediately stop peeing.
The guy replies, Oh Im sorry man. I cant even see. He spits over the to right corner of the bathroom, then closes the door. Im thinking to myself, Why is someone who cant see at a video gaming tournament??? Then I think, damn, he missed the sink by a long shot. He must be blind for real. I then go back to finishing my bathroom business. But before I can shake off and flush, someone bursts into the bathroom. He somehow hits the light switch off on his way in, trying to find the sink. I stabilize myself and turn the light back on only to find the same guyspewing hits guts into the sink. What the hell? I think. I look down and find that he didnt quite make it to the sink in time. Theres barf all along the floor leading to the sink, inches from my shoe.
I was pissed at first, but then I felt kinda sorry for the guy. Are you alright? He didnt reply, cuz his mouth was too busy filling up the sink with chunky ass vomit. ($3.98 Steak & Cheese Special anyone?) So I let the door close and went on my way. What was I supposed to do??? I went around to the bar stool area and told the guys at the register about the dude in the bathroom. I look over to the bunch of keys, hoping to find my own keys Id lost on Saturday night. (Nestor kicked my ass so bad in CVS2, I misplaced them.) And what do you know? My keys were on the very top. I could easily ID them by my KROGER savings card. Just my luck, someone was nice enough to turn them in at the register.
ECC9 was my first ECC and it will definitely be remembered. It was great to put faces to some of the names Id seen on tournament results. I got my butt kicked by Nestor, Josh Wong, Alex Navarro, Julian (mean ass Zangeif) and others. But I learned a lot from the high level game play. At ECC10/ECCX (yeah, thats a good name), I plan on upping my game and handing out cansno, kegs of whoopass. My opponents will wish theyd been DISQUALIFIED!!–> (Phi) Everything was great though. I wont forget ECC9. I wont forget all of you cool players, lots of class act guys. And Id like to thank the person that found my 3 keys. Youre a true lifesaver!!
Well thats my story. Comment on it and tell us about your own. I know there have to be other crazy, but true ECC9 stories out there.
p.s. Does anyone know what happened to that guy in the bathroom? Was he ok?