Given the cryptic nature of the title of this post , my loyal readers (all three of you) might be led to believe that it’s content is about a multitude of things given it’s vagueness. My American reader Hank from Lacona, Iowa may think that I’m inquiring about the legal drinking age for a minor at his local tavern. Perhaps playground legend Shelden from Gmili, Manitoba thinks that this post will be a clever synopsis of his latest epic basketball victory in a game of 21 at his local YMCA. As it may, this story could support and provide evidence for Wendy from Windsor,Ontario, who claims that even though she’s content with the wait staff and their frequency in which they “top her up” at the Casino, she’s adamant that the blackjack dealers are ripping her off. Well folks although all of these stories are riveting in nature, none of them apply to the title of this post. Let me explain:
Last night The First Lady and I hosted a little soiree for our travelling mates and good pals Pat and Sarah. We enjoyed a wonderful lasagna (nice job First Lady), tasty layered cake desert (nice work Condor), plenty of adult libations (excellent work Paddy) and some keen observations (I had to give myself credit for something). The evening was a rousing success as it normally is when we get together with the Sweenaades. However while sharing some laughs Condor (Sarah) decided that perhaps we should play the board game Taboo.
Excellent idea we all thought, we all had previous experience with Taboo so from there it was game on. An abomination occured shortly thereafter.
Like in many instances when playing a board game (I have witnessed many Jason Dale/Duke Wall Monopoly blow ups to support this) rule variations apply in each game. During our game (it must be said MID GAME) it was agreed upon by all parties that “THE FIRST TEAM TO ACHIEVE 21 POINTS WOULD BE DEEMED THE WINNER“. With that knowledge firmly in tow, Pat and I reached the magical number first. This fact was to be challenged by both Condor and The First Lady.
Because Pat and I are chivalrous we decided to let the ladies have their final turn. During their final turn the ladies were all willy nilly now that the pressure was off, they were playing with ease. They played flawlessly and turned in a most impressive performance. At the conclusion of this “bonus turn” they ladies had a final tally of 24. They declared themselves the winners. Pat and I thought they were joking of course and congratulated them on a well played final turn. Again they declared themselves the winner of Taboo.
This did not sit well with me and my pasty white freckled friend of Irish decent. We stayed firm on the knowledge that we reached the magical number and declared ourselves the winners of the game. Needless to say the outcome is now a like a hanging chad. It’s being disputed in all provinces and states, with the most heat coming from the state of Florida.
I would like some input and mediation on this dispute. If you can please leave me your comments.