There is nothing like a Bretonnian Knight, charging through a field of enemies. Since the Roaring Nineties, I have been pushing miniature Bretonnian models across a table top. The thunder of a charge would shake the table legs and strike fear into opponents. I am a big fan of Knights and Damsels and the Lady of the Lake. Mix Arthurian Legend and Norman Hedge Row Knights and it is awesome.
So what happens when you mix Warhammer, Knights, a tournament, and a penchant for Rocky? I am so glad you asked.. here is the Paddy version. Oh what a convoluted mind it can be.
Many, many moons ago, I played my beloved Brets in a league tournament. Through much luck, hotter then hot dice and the Blessing of the Lady, I won the division championship. Off to the tournament I go to play against three of the very best players in the land in a bracket tourney. Phew.. this was going to be tougher then a three day old ork hide, stretched over an iron spike.
So what do I do? I make a joke of course..
I started posting online about the training I was going through. Chasing chickens in the back alley, punching slabs of meat, working the speed back in the back of the store.. Enter the Rocky. Seriously, I felt like the biggest underdog in history. And of course, I love the Rocky movies, so it was like peanut butter and chocolate. I was blaring the theme music in the store and then all the way down during the two hour drive to the tournament.
And from the department of further proof that the better 1/2 is indeed truly cool beyond words, she looks at me just before it starts and says.. 'Win'
For the record, I pulled a Rocky. I got the tar beat out of me, stood back up, and won each match to carry home the belt. I guess all that training helped, even if I could never catch that stupid chicken.
Gonna Fly Now