The people over at PPPC (Pro Pinball Players Center) recently decided to arrange an Big Race USA Head 2 Head Marathon (or simply put, a Player Frenzy Tournament)!! One of the reasons behind the marathon is that there has been less people hanging around the BRUSA H2H lobby and playing, hopefully this will attract some old and new players to the race!

Big Race USA                  Head 2 Head Marathon       - The first ever Player Frenzy Tournament - September 6th 0:01 Greenwich-Time - until 9th midnight   - the player to log the most matches against another on-line player (win or loose) between the time (GMT) of September 6 at 0:01 to September 9 at 23:59 (Friday morning - Monday night, 4 days) will be the winner.   - the prize, a very smashing BRUSA T-shirt, courtesy of Cool-mom (3 cheers for Cool-mom). If Cool mom is declared the winner, everyone else must send Cool-mom a mothers day card next year on Mothers day.

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until September 6th 0:01 (GMT)

Tournament results will be posted at: www.tmt.at/ante/frenzy.htm.

For more information visit the Pro Pinball Players Center and check the msgboard. The PPPC is a group dedicated to the pro pinball series, if you're interested in the series I recommend joining their mailing list.

If you're interested in Cool-mom:s BRUSA T-shirt you can ofcourse try to win the frenzy or order one (don't know how many are left). The official BRUSA homepage has the following information about ordering the T-Shirt: "A BRUSA player in Seattle USA, "coolmom" is currently putting together an order for a run of Big Race USA TShirts. If you are interested, we can forward an e-mail to her if you mail us at propinball@empire-interactive.com.

So if you feel up for a little pinball playing frenzy September 6th is the day to count down to!

Before closing I'd liked to leave you with the words of underground poet Jeff Lebold, please feel free to feel enlightened...

The Round 1 Blues

I was taking a trip, in a silver ball machine Someone said "there they go" and it started getting mean Ten thousand feet between me and the prize "Taxi's way behind", I heard someone cry I had more targets lit red than green Somehow I had to change the look of this scene I sent one for a U-turn, one up the ramp I knocked the taxi till I saw a green lamp I put a few in the cop car, three balls in a row The playfield started to light up with a more greenish glow It was the halfway point, I was gaining some ground "The taxi's doing ok" was a welcoming sound The action was quick, room for error was small I was hitting the yellow lights, my sights set on them all The tables had turned, I was now in the lead The sweat started pouring, I was gaining in speed My opponents was close, it was going down to the wire My tires were screeching, from my exhaust pipes came fire We were both near the end, my counter read zero Just put it in the taxi and I'd be the hero I shot at it once, I shot at it twice I missed the damn thing, my blood turned to ice The game was not over, I had one more chance But I missed the taxi again, what a kick in the pants My fingers were tired, my skin got all waxy Then I heard it again,... "it's all over for the taxi"

                                                                                            In the Lobby.....Be there!

Or in the words of poet laz y...

The Round 2 Blues

The illusions were gone, my opponent made me awake,
I knew I can still do it, if I make no mistake.
First one behind to the drains, second for the outer lane,
One more shot, i was taking the lead, at least, im not blamed!
I knew what to do now to give it a kick,
Going quick for the airbag, a very good trick...

But I forgot to make speed and some lights still were red,
Then i was falling behind and ive lost the airbag.
That just made me confused, man, this is not fair!
Of course the bloody balls now all went anywhere.
I was playing a while, without an Idea,
and the finishline, it said, was already near!

Then one direct shot went thru the magno ramp,
I just entered the second one which i have camped.
Another 500 miles for me, i tried to get control,
go for the taxy!, now nothing or all!
The ball came down, and i gave it a shot,
But my opponent was back, otherwise it would have been locked...
My fingers feld icky now, my skin still all waxy,
Then I heard it again.....its all over for the taxy!

                                                                                            cu all latest at 6th!

Now I feel all poetry...

Taxi Blues

Taking a trip in my yellow bright car
the screaming of shouts of masses of cries
my feet all warm, my sense all bright
Dizzy and hurting, my head all aching
What is this thing, to my head knock in

Friendly and nice, still no treat
people bash my feet, my bumper and heater
I wish they would stop I'm going all dizzy
my jaws drop open and dreary oh dreary
a silver ball thingy I mistankingly swallow

Oh taxi in the sky, please tell, this is the end
If not, what can I do, the police car call?
But all he does is scream, you'r powers are weak

No, oh no, those flipper frenzy fingers
someone please someone, stop them oh please
oh no, they're all frenzy, as crazy as ever
nothing can stop them they're comming in masses!

                                                   there, now noone has to feel ashamed of their poetry!