Well, let me tell you, this whole March of the Machine draft tier list thing, it’s got my head spinnin’ like a top! All these cards, they got pictures and words, and I don’t know what half of ’em mean. But my grandson, he’s a smart one, he says it’s important for this game he plays. He says it’s like pickin’ the best seeds for plantin’.
So, this March of the Machine, it’s like a big ol’ field, and these cards, they’re like seeds. You gotta pick the good ones, the ones that’ll grow up strong and tall. He says some are better than others, these draft things. And this tier list, well, it’s like knowin’ which seeds are gonna give you the best tomatoes, and which ones are just gonna give you weeds.
He showed me some, said these are the best cards. Like pickin’ the fattest pig at the county fair. You want the ones that’ll give you the most meat, he says. And these commons and uncommons, well, them’s like your everyday beans and potatoes. Gotta have ’em, but they ain’t nothin’ fancy. Then there’s the real prize-winners, the ones that shine like a new dime. Them’s the ones you really want, but they’re harder to come by, like a four-leaf clover in a field of green.
He kept sayin’ somethin’ about blue and black and red and white, and green. Like pickin’ different colored ribbons for your hair. I reckon some colors go together better than others. He says WU and BU, them’s the good ones, the ones that win. Like a good pie, you need the right ingredients.
- He said, “Grandma, blue is being picked less than it should,” like folks ain’t takin’ enough of them blue ribbons.
- Then he says, “Black is kinda like that too, not picked enough.”
- Green, he says that one is just right.
- But white and red, everyone wants those.
- He mentioned WU and BU are like the best pies at the fair, 58.6% each, he said. Numbers, I tell ya!
This whole thing, it’s more complicated than quiltin’ a blanket, I swear. He says this March of the Machine draft is tricky, lots to learn. Even for him, and he’s got a head full of numbers and such. Says it’s one of the hardest ones he’s seen. But he says that’s good, means it’ll be more fun in the long run.
I told him, “Son, just pick the ones that look strong, the ones that feel right.” Just like pickin’ a good husband, you gotta trust your gut. You can’t always go by what folks say, you gotta see for yourself. These draft ratings and such, they’re just a guide, like a map to the well. You still gotta draw the water yourself.
He says I’m old-fashioned, but I think there’s wisdom in that. You gotta learn by doin’, not just by readin’ about it. This Machine, this game, it’s like life. You gotta make choices, and sometimes you’ll make mistakes. But you learn from ’em, and you keep on goin’.
I still don’t understand all these cards, but I understand the idea. You gotta pick the best ones you can, and you gotta hope for the best. Just like plantin’ a garden, you gotta tend to it, and you gotta pray for rain. And sometimes, even when you do everything right, the frost might come early. That’s just how it is.
But this March of the Machine draft tier list, it’s like havin’ a little bit of an edge, a little bit of know-how. Like knowin’ which way the wind blows before you set out to fish. It don’t guarantee you nothin’, but it helps. My grandson, he says it helps him win more. And a winnin’ feeling, that’s somethin’ everybody likes. Keeps him happy, and that’s all that matters to me, really.
I reckon if he is happy, this old lady is happy too. Even if the whole thing sounds like a load of hogwash to me. He is my grandson after all, I guess I love him even if he likes this weird March of the Machine draft thingy. I remember when he was just a little boy, he likes to play outside, in the mud, like a little piglet. Now look at him, playin’ with cards, talkin’ about tier list. My, how time flies.
These new-fangled things, they are sure somethin’ else. I still prefer a good game of checkers, or just sitting on the porch, watchin’ the world go by. But if this game makes him happy, then I suppose it ain’t all bad. I just hope he don’t spend all his money on these cards. They’re just cardboard, ain’t they? Better to save your money for somethin’ real, somethin’ that’ll last. Like a good pair of boots, or a sturdy plow.
Well, I gotta go now, the chickens ain’t gonna feed themselves. But you young’uns, you have fun with your March of the Machine draft tier list. Just remember what this old lady said: pick the best you can, and hope for the best. And don’t forget to call your grandma every now and then, ya hear?
