Last night at the opening I observed new…

Last night at the opening I observed new social fields emerge in and around the tournament: staff people have emailed students to set up dates to play; an important administrator of the college gleefully discovers that she has a bye to the next round; a dean who hadn’t played the game in years whoops and hollers on scoring a “hundo”; students search the wall for their friends, discovering that yes, all of the many Smiths will have to fight it out for supremacy; a staff person discovers that she’s not on the wall—we’re conducting an audit for HR!—and asks to be included in the tournament; a boyfriend and girlfriend receive an email telling them they’re paired to compete, and they worry that Someone knows they’re involved and has aimed to punk them—only to then learn that they just happen to have last names that place then in sequence: literally no one can come between them and only one of them can advance.