During the one and only Fellowship Championship at Origins, I had started incredibly strong (especially for me). About midway through, I was at 4th place, I think. Maybe third. Since I was a level five envoy at the time, I figured I'd play, go have fun, and congratulate the folks that won. I had already asked Pawbutt to take me out of Fellowship since, come on... I got enough swag.
Seeing myself as one of those potential winners frankly freaked me the heck out.
Southpaw called lunch, and a few of us went across the street for sushi. I was lamenting my successes, and decided to have a drink. What the heck, right? I'm an adult, not working, and on a vacation.
Two bottles of sake later, we head back to the tournament hall and I get stomped. I had a great time drunkenly playing my post-lunch opponents and watched my rankings tank by leaps and bounds.
I won't say that I wouldn't have had my butt handed to me anyways, as I was suddenly playing way out of my league, but certainly the sake didn't help.
Actually no. The sake helped me go from an uncomfortable position to set me back on track for my mission. GO BOOZE!