I am a rodent or something. At least, that's what I call myself. Isn't that clever? I also happen to be the webmaster of one of the best organized MTG strategy web pages, where I make sure to insert my own commentary into many of the articles written by others. Know why? Because I'm really really smart. I'll make sure to remind you of that every few minutes, so you don't forget. I don't like Pros. Nope, not one bit. I like casual players. I am a casual player. But I do think that anyone can make it on the Pro Tour. Here, I'll give myself two years to get on. Oops! It's only been two months, and I'm on. I am good, though. That's the reason. I'm also smart. Clever, even. I don't know how I did it. There were over THIRTY-FIVE people at the PTQ! A monster PTQ! Where only over 20% of all attendees would automatically make the top 8! And the three best players in the area didn't show up! That was a stroke of luck, now wasn't it? I mean, they are so deadly, they all have sky-high ratings that could almost get them an ENTIRE BYE at a Grand Prix! So, I ended up struggling through FOUR ENTIRE ROUNDS of the Swiss, to make the Top 8. There, I played with bad cards like Questing Phelddagrif (That IS a bad card in limited, right?) but somehow won out, even with horrible cards like that in my deck! I'll make sure to make fun of myself for including horrible cards like 4/4s for 4 mana with 3 special abilities in my deck! I'm so bad! "Who the hell plays with that crap?" See, this isn't so tough! I mean, the PTQs that you play at are exactly like this one. They only have 35 people. The best players won't show up. You will get a God deck. Thereby proving my point that anyone can get on the Pro Tour if they try hard enough! Of course, my analysis of what is contained in winning, and honesty about my own mistakes, and the mistakes others made against me, along with my ability to recognize just how important a role Lady Luck played that day does probably make me one of the most honest, down to earth PROFESSIONAL PLAYERS in the game at the moment. But let's make sure to gloss over all of that with all this other crap, to appease the "I Hate Pro Players" crowd that flock to my website like bees to flowers. I am smart. Of course, I don't know why I mentioned that I wouldn't be finishing in the money at Barcelona. After all, in my previous article about my Quest for the Pro Tour, I did say that if I ever got invited, I would decline the invitation. Now, it's time to see just how honest I am. I am a Pro now, after all