“it’s the morning of the tournament and I need some help with my boards” “sure, I have a huge emergency repair kit! what do you need?” “well I have some boards here, and these are some pictures I printed off from the hotel printer last night” “oh my god”
You’re about to get kicked out until you can adhere to tournament attire. Good thing I have duct tape and the rules don’t actually specify what your tie has to look like.
I’m going neg against the most annoyingly stupid case in the world but no one’s been able to beat it yet and when you heard I was debating them you ran up with three separate briefs specifically written against their case even though you’re from a different club.
You keep trying to give a full round of applause every time they call my name during awards and everyone kind of hates you right now.
It’s the 6th round and we just went up against novices. You’re convinced it was power matched and I’m trying to persuade you it was power protected before you start crying on me.
I asked for a copy of your IAC in cross examination and you handed me a double sided piece of paper in size 3 font.
I don’t recognize the team I’m about to go up against from the postings so I’m running through the hallways desperately asking people if they know them, where they’re from, or what case they’re running. You are the team. Oh, awkward.
“can we run our squirrel case?” “no” “can we run a counter plan?” “… we’re affirmative” “can we-” “NO”
You found me crying in the hallway and asked if I was alright but I was just practicing my interp and now you’re all flustered but it was really sweet of you to ask.
I’m doing debate plus five speeches at this tournament and don’t have time to eat. You’re a stranger who offered me an energy bar as I was running to my next room but now it’s two days later and I still haven’t been able to track you down to thank you.
I was 110% sure we didn’t break so I spent the last half hour before announcements puddle jumping in my suit in the rain but now that I’m soaked it turns out that we made it to Quarter Finals so… oops?
You wanted to support me so you came to watch my impromptu but all of the options were awful and my speech was less than a minute and now I can never look you in the eye again and why would you even come watch an impromptu?
You always use this one analogy in your debate rounds and I’m sick and tired of it so I decide to use it first and the expression of shock and betrayal on your face is priceless.
I totally blank in the middle of my speech and stand there trying to remember what comes next. After about twenty seconds you say “Houston, we have a problem”
Our judge got a phone call in the middle of the round and stepped out to take it. Neither of us know what to do, or if we’re allowed to talk to each other, but I guess we have unlimited prep time now?