Recently, a Reddit post showing Jeff Hoogland with his library and all of his permanents in the "Red Zone" blew up the front page of r/magictcg (until someone else came along and made a post about getting pizza at the LGS and everyone remembered they liked silly junk like that better than they liked being angry).
Jeff's response on Facebook was, understandably, that he wasn't sure if some of the people who were seemingly frothing out the sides of their mouths were trolling or crazy. A few of the comments got super personal, which made me laugh because it was happening to Jeff and not me!
On a serious note, this brings up two conversations. The first is what do you think about how people display their permanents? Leave it in the comments section.
The second is a conversation about why it matters. If you're having your space encroached upon, say something to your opponent. If you're watching a coverage video and you feel your jimmies begin to rustle, just remember that you're a stupid spectator and it doesn't affect your life.
Post your worst "my opponent had his cards all up in my grill" story in the comments.
Here's mine - I was at a very crowded event in Manchester, England in 1998. It was Regionals and clearly the event organizers thought a classroom at the University of Manchester was sufficient. People were 5 to a table where it should have been 4. Remember, this is a nation of people who like to drink beer so thick you can chew it and whose national dish is a "breakfast" that consists of bacon, ham, baked beans (I'm not making any of this up, I swear), sausage, fried tomatoes and mushrooms (this kills the vegetables) black pudding (don't google that) and, in lieu of toast, bread that is fried in the bacon fat. They also love to make jokes about how fat American people are, their jowels jiggling as they laugh raucously at their wit. Suffice it to say, quarters were a bit cramped. A 14 year old sits down and starts taking all kind of crap out of his backpack and putting it on the table. A bunch of colored glass beads to keep track of life totals. A tin to keep the beads in. A playmat. A dragon Beanie baby. There wasn't room on the table for all of that junk, and it was in everyone's way. Everyone was too English and passive-aggressive to say anything, but all the crap on the table clearly threw some people off of their game.
That 14 year old? It was ME! Take that, limeys!