Saturday, January 27, 2018

Here's Emory

As always, take whatever makes sense and ignore the rest.

Here they are.

While we're waiting for the fun to begin at Emory . . .

I've long thought that I should confess that I have a terrible memory of debaters and the schools they go to?  Hand-in-hand with that is the fact that I'm practically face-blind, so as soon as we leave the chamber, poof.  It's all gone. 

I get the sense sometimes that everyone else knows everyone and where they go to school.  Not me.  At Sunvite Finals I gave a richly deserved 1 and 2 to debaters from the same school--I knew because their code BT was the same--and I assumed they were from some powerhouse in South Florida or in the Northeast or one of those schools out west.  But they were from Napierville, wherever that is.  (Illinois, I'm thinking.) 

In the room I just parlied, I'm pretty sure I know where one of the fourteen debaters is from.  The rest, even the ones I've judged a few times?  No idea.  (OK, DeVito is from New York--I know because it was In. Every. Intro.) 

I could learn where y'all are from, if I made an effort.  I won't. 

If my ballot-rankings seem eccentric sometimes, all I can say is that I'm sure of them (they seem obvious and indisputable to me), and you should be proud if I've ranked you, even if no other judge did.  School reps and relationships aren't playing any role in my decision, because I have only the vaguest idea who anyone is.