Fresh meat! Awesome. The folks in the peanut gallery were making noise about needing somebody new to pick on.
Better get the scores right, and out on time, or people will complain that the score keeper couldn't somehow divine somebody's crappy hand-writing, clairvoyantly know what division somebody was in when they failed to write it down, or did not sacrifice their personal time/life and do the scores the nano-second they get home from the match. I mean, for the $5 or $10 that everyone pays (which the MD or score keeper gets none of) everyone who shows up late and leaves early should get champagne and caviar served to them for lunch, gratis, right?
This is great, I love it when somebody is willing to volunteer to put themselves in the gunsights of all the complainers. Go get 'em tiger!