For the last few hours, I have been embroiled in a fierce Monopoly battle. Let me tell you, it has been one of the finest games of Monopoly that anyone has ever played. I was able to get Park Place or whatever it is called in Disney Pixar Monopoly very early. It’s probably Woody’s Hat or the old guy from UP! or something. I also took part in a four-way trade that gave three people a Monopoly. I helped gather the money from the bank off of the floor twice when it was knocked over and did not steal any money, though I wouldn’t admit either way until the statute of limitations runs out on it.
As I stare at my wad of pastel money, I am reminded of the number of games I do not care for. There are a lot of them. Literally billions of them (By literally, I mean figuratively). It brings to mind an old post:
I’m about to say something that will enrage the masses.
I hate board games.
Right now, you are seriously thinking about throwing your computer to the ground and hunting me down just to punch me in the face. I know this is your reaction because this is not the first time I’ve said this. In fact, I’ve said often enough it might be on my grave stone:
Nathan Badley 1987-2275
“I hate board games”
(Yes, by the way, I do plan on living 288 years. Most people my age think they’re invincible, so me limiting myself to less than three centuries is quite the step up.)
Unfortunately, no one else seems…
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