[Avery] 9/30/99
The news came out on Friday, September 10. Wizards of the Coast, the company that distributes Pokemon cards (as well as many card-based games, such as Magic the Gathering), was being acquired by Hasbro. Hasbro also announced that they would expand the card distribution to increase sales to major retail stores (like Toys R Us and K*B Toys) and bookstores.

I'm sure that 99% of you out there don't give a damn about this, but when one of your friends owns a comic shop, it can spell disaster for them. This sort of move, especially during the pre-holiday season, is the sort of thing that could put many independent comic/game shops out of business.

I found this news out from Chris, a friend that owns the comic shop that Janet and I frequent. It was in the same breath (ok, virtual breath because it was all done online) that he mentioned that he could use a beer. So, we decided to meet up at The Spigot at 8:30pm so we could drown our collective sorrows in pints of Spaten Oktoberfest beer.

Within minutes of arrival at the Spigot, Chris stopped licking his wounds and the conversation moved quickly into ribald stories of drinking, traveling and eating. As the conversation progressed, Janet mentioned that we had just come back from Boston, and I asked Chris if he had ever been to the Sunset Grill and Tap in Allston (a district of Boston) before.

If you haven't read my posting of our trip to Boston yet, this would be a good time to give it a quick read before continuing with the story... otherwise, the ending just won't make any sense.
It seems that Chris makes an annual pilgrimage to the Sunset with a group of his buddies. The last time he was there, he decided that all he was going to drink were yards of beer. Most normal men can handle one yard. A staunch person like myself could probably handle two. Chris handled four full yards of beer... without going to the restroom. Though his recollection of the night is fuzzy, he recalls that when they finally kicked his party out because the bar was closing, he responded by watering the side of the building with the aforementioned four yards of beer.

Chris' friends who lived in Boston informed him that due to the way he carried on that night, the Sunset imposed a two yard per person limit.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: what a small freaking world.