There is no need to beat around this bush – I’ll be honest. I cried. Hard. My dad would look at me with an evil smirk on his face, pick up his little red game piece from HOME and with a flick of his wrist, send my little blue game piece, which was almost into my Safety Zone, flying into the air while yelling “SORRRRRRRRRY!”
And that is the reason someone had to bring the box of Kleenex to the living room if we ever decided it was time for family board game night.
And it was only with Sorry! – not Chutes and Ladders, Pit, Uno or Operation; not even Bible Challenge (which my family did play)! But with Sorry!, I would undoubtedly start to cry during the game. In junior high, in high school – it didn’t matter. When I first came home from college, we played the game again and, like always, someone brought in the obligatory box of Kleenex for Adam. I don’t think I needed it – but I still remember getting a little choked up whenever anyone, especially my father, would knock my piece off the table. And maybe it was just my family that felt the need to send little pieces flying off the board. They could have just slid it over; or perhaps a kind “pick and replace” strategy where they would pick up mine and replace it with their piece.
Perhaps you’re wondering what brought on this somewhat disturbing memory? Sarah and I play games. And tonight we decided to open up our copy of Sorry! which we received as a wedding gift.
I won both games.
I didn’t cry.
But, chances are, had Sarah won both games, and had she felt the need to angrily send my game pieces flailing across our living room…the floodgates may very well have come crashing open.
“The Classic Game of Sweet Revenge??” Hmph.