I once knocked a table at the end of his couch off the dais. It made a shit ton of noise and sent a bunch of his stuff to the ground and jaxel was cool about it the entire time.
I totally remember that! you had such a sheepish aw shucks look on your face.
Meanwhile, Jay's mom's living room is filled with unwashed gamers, gamers passed out on the couch with their hands down their pants, gamers sprawled over the rug sawing logs, gamers in the garage doing unspeakable things to emptied two liter bottles of soda, gamers clogging the downstairs toilet, gamers hitting each other with molding strips, gamers chainsmoking on the patio, gamers shouting obscenities to any god man or animal with the ability to hear, gamers peeing on the lawn because the toilet's been clogged, gamers sitting in front of flickering screens with glazed eyes playing their hundredth match of the night and still saying one more, gamers spilling beer on the heads of willowy blonde female Ivy players from Scranton, gamers slicing up bloody pieces of meat, gamers eating taco bell fire sauce right out of the packets, gamers yelling out catchphrases from bush league semi-pro pro wrestlers, gamers making plans to visit strip clubs, gamers planning to get other gamers laid and failing miserably, and Jay's mom wandering downstairs, pottering around in the kitchen with a bemused expression on her face, going "Jason, my son, can you help me set up this game of online poker?"
Basically, in order to envision a tournament at Jay's, picture any scene from Caligula, and replace the sex with gaming and the drunk patricians with gamers and the naked chicks with (thankfully fully clothed, with the exception of Serge) more gamers and the wine with extra large fountain drinks from Burger King and cheap beer and Tim's eternally refreshed bottle of Ketel One--and add in one tiny, kindhearted, slightly confused Filipina lady.
Man, if you kids only realized the shit that Jay's put up with over the years at his house, nobody with any sense of shame would ever be saying anything bad about him.
Once again: thanks for all the great memories, Jay Cave/Jaxeldome/whatever the kids are calling you these days. You will be missed.