Gracie and I played UNO today. In 1971 some guy invented this game.
The game was brought into my home somewhere in the late 70’s and it would have been better if my parents had bought throwing knives or boxing gloves to bring us closer as a family.
The game was an out and out war. In my house, we played to win. Well, Mom didn’t play to win, she just played. The reason I never thought she played to win was that she rarely slammed down the draw four and yelled, “Ha! Draw Four Buddy!”
The rest of the people in the house (me included) played like the very existence of the planet depended on who won. And with extreme prejudice.
We played Scrabble the same way. We probably still would if our board and letter tiles hadn’t been seized by the police as evidence.
We didn’t own a Risk game...who needed the game of global domination when a game of checkers was a bloodbath?
I don’t know where the games are today, but wherever they are there are tear stains on our Monopoly Board, a cracked pop-o-matic, and blood on our Yahtzee scoresheets.
