I hate games. Actually, I just say I hate them because I hate losing. Perhaps growing up in a family with two excellent strategists and athletes (aka my brothers) as opponents bred this into me. Tonight we sat down with Grandma Kathy and Grandpa Ray for a nice light game of Taboo, a word-guessing game where you are not allowed to say certain words in trying to get your teammate to shout the answer. We played three rounds, each time with a different teammate. I was ready to strangle Zach by the end just because he tied me in number of wins, but I was reduced to hysterics when Kathy guessed “spider corn” instead of “cobwebs.” Forget basketball or soccer— board games burn more calories in pure stress.
Was it a fun night? Yes, yes it was. Because no matter how many times I rail to the heavens about my hatred for these infernal pastimes, I always return to them.
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