So, I have an American Crossword Puzzle Tournament confession to make. But first, refresh your memory to last week when I said: "So yeah, the ACPT is going to be in Brooklyn again, and me and my girls are already booked to go on down. Should be fun. I'm not competing, nor am I writing a puzzle for the tournament, but I'll be judging as well as talking shop." Okay, now the confession. I lied. I do have a puzzle in the upcoming tournament. Don't believe me? Just look at the list of constructors youreself. There I am, in all my ugly glory: right in between DJ Kahn and Merl Reagle. Get psyched.
I hear what a handful of you are saying. "Quigs, the other day when I went to that page you just linked to, your face wasn't there, and in your place was a question mark. What's up with that? What's up with all the subterfuge?" What can I say? I like to make a dramatic entrance. And, if I may borrow a quote from a certain presumed inevitable 2016 presidential candidate, "what difference at this point does it make?"
So what does it all mean? For starters, it means that everybody who believed me last week should join me in a game of poker immediately, because I'd like to continue bluffing my way into a whole new tax bracket. Tabitha does need to go college, eventually. Secondly, it means if you were on the fence about going, You Should Really Consider Going Now (click here). Or if you can't make it to New York, at least you should do the play-at-home version (click here). Boom.
To review: There's a great roster of puzzle makers. You'll get to geek out with your other family in the crossword community. Manhattan bar prices in a Brooklyn hotel bar. Shoud be a blast. So I'll see y'all next week. And scene.
Share the puzzle. New one on Monday.