Here it is, a beautiful Sunday in Gaithersburg, the kind of day when you're glad to be alive. And what am I going to do about it, you ask? I am going to leave the comfort of y home, and my cold beer, and I am going to drive half an hour away and sit and listen to n'er do wells try to ruin a perfectly good day. Fortunately, there will be others there too. You can't tell the players without a scorecard.
More later as events develop!