Grumble grumble grumble.

Back in my day, you hadda walk [i]FIF-TEEEEN MILES[/i] to get to a tournament.  Uphill, in the snow, with lead weights on your feet instead of shoes, and the only weapon they'd let you use was the belt you stole from your Daddy so he couldn't beat you as hard for running off to play instead of workin' yer shift in the mines.