The Game Is Afoot

I made two great purchases last night: a Sherlock Holmes board game and a mini accordion. I don't want to share too much about the accordion just yet. I feel like any commentary there should be saved for the funeral that'll be held shortly after my neighbors suffer through the 800th rendition of "On Top of Old Smokey" at 2 AM. Some days, you just look yourself in the mirror and say, "How can I make myself cooler?" And without even having to think, you just know that the answer is an accordion that can fit inside a lunch box.

I can, however, discuss the Sherlock Holmes board game. It's great. I love Sherlock Holmes, having devoted every night for a month in college to reading all of the Doyle's stories and books. (Now that I have the mini accordion, I can let slightly lame admissions like that out into the open.) The board game in itself is fun in that you have to solve these complicated, little mysteries, but the real reason I like it is because I have another place to apply my board game dominance.

In most arenas of life, I am not at all competitive. I certainly wasn't with grades and athletics when I was growing up, mostly because I was never good at either. Board games are another story, though. That's perhaps the only venue in life where it pays to be a complete goober, and dang it, I'm going to exercise my rights. So of course, last night got ugly, especially when I began to win. This is just another example why I am not fit to interact with anyone ever. You couldn't even take me to jail. I'd find the Chinese checkers board and start talking smack until I got stabbed by an embezzler.