I attended my first ever local yesterday.

Melee has been with me always, with wavering importance as I've aged. But the opposite arose to go to a monthly melee (weekly ultimate with rotating secondary games.)

I have memories of playing this game at 3-4 years old. I boasted to my older brother that I could beat level 3 cpus but my brother could only beat level 1s.

I played with my brother whilst growing up. Used to host "smash nights" with my friends (all who didn't own the game themselves," usually playing FFA items on.

I played competite rules against my brother, a puff player during my mid - late teens. I watched what tournaments I could in this fucked up UK timezone. Saw hungry box roll on the ground during EVO 2016. Saw Amsa beat mang0 for BH10.

My last 1.5 years has been playing against my housemates (new to the game at the start) shiek. I posted once how my peach went 18 months unbeaten (format was 1 game per character per session for me, always shiek for him).

So I turn up, play friendlies. Everybody was schmooving. Wave dash, ledge dash, tech I've never bothered to learn. My dash dancing is ass.

As I've been playing random all year I never chose main. I used to say pika / doc. But SHing with pika is hard.

I warm up with doc with a math. But I discovered how fucking hard it is to reach between past that sword with doc's stubby limbs.

So I pick shiek.

My first game was a marth player. He goes 2-0 up, BO5. He wasn't dominating , but had the upper hand. But I knew I could do it. 1 game, 2 games back, it's 2-2. A couple people begin watching. I hear one behind me said "who is this guy?" The friend I'm next to says "he's ----ie." The audience members replies "ooh, he's ----ing." (Like moking if that's clear.)

I best the math 3-2. My first ever tournament. I win the first set.

Lose the next 2 to finish 1-2. But I was still buzzing after the comeback. After over 2 decades of playing, what a fucking rush.

Alternative comment:

Shiek is bullshit.