I flew 5000 miles to get owned at Street Fighter 6, but it was worth it

A few months ago, a decided to throw the retirement plan to the wind and drop and a good chunk of my savings on a flight to Las Vegas. Not for blackjack, but for a far sillier gamble. As of writing, I’ve blown roughly £2,000 for Street Fighter 6.

That includes a flight from London to Vegas, a few nights in a hotel room, a ticket to the world’s biggest fighting game tournament, and food that I sadly need to survive. But, with a $10 can of Red Bull in my hands (thanks Mandalay Bay), I think it might be worth it.

On Friday August 4, at 2PM, roughly 30 other people and I gathered around a large table for our matches. My stretchy, difficult Dhalsim was ready to go. My first opponent didn’t turn up, which means technically I won a game in my pools. Having technically won, I was thrown into the maw of Slice, a Canadian Dhalsim player who ruined me in a mirror match in front of, roughly, a dozen bystanders. After that, a lost a close game against New York native DooBooDomo, and my dreams of glory were dead in the water.