The Champions game I played last night was alright. Turns out the players were way too fucking violent for my tastes. It's all imaginary but the lengths to which they explored brutality seemed more cathartic rather than in keeping with anyone's character. I want to game rather than achieve catharsis from a bad day, damn it.
Saturday morning I went to a game called Denver in Flames which used a Magic Eight Ball as the deciding factor for many events. The good was that it was based entirely upon Denver stuff. The bad had me sitting on the sidelines because I know absolutely nothing about Denver and most of the humor was lost on me and I had absolutely nothing to do as a car salesman. Others got to play ninjas from NPR and one was a conspiracy-oriented radio show host who had been abducted forty five times and would get a free spaceship on the fiftieth abduction.
raddidge and I had lunch, we napped and the remains of the day lay wide open.
Despite the unfortunate outcome, she thought it was hilarious.
When I was attempting to rip "The End" by The Doors she figured it was another good time to pursue her prank.
I woke and put on the MP3 of "The End" to get it out of my head.
