So I went to a draft today. 1st place. No big deal.
What I really want to talk about is this amazing gift that was given to me today! An old man walked into the shop mid-tourny and asked, “who is the best player here?” I raised my hand and someone laughed. He then asked who the worst player was. I pointed to my opponent and he agreed! He honestly was new and learning through drafts. The man handed him a long sleeve of boss super old cards and gave me two binders of serious cardboard.
I went through his treasure and pointed out what was money and told him to make an MOTL account. I then read through my inherited binders like some story books. I found these along with some wonderful common/uncommon necessities of the oldest fashion. I then donated the binders to the shop.
The lovely man that donated them had a real noble story about his son, who previously owned these, had died in the war. God bless this man and everyone he knows.