Risk
I like to play Risk. It's pretty much probably my favorite board game. Sometimes I play it 2 or 3 days in a row until the wee hours of the morning. I have a problem, though. I also hate the game. It's so frustrating, it ticks me off hard core.
The first time I played Risk was about 5 years ago up at a cabin in Idaho with my boy scout troop. It was a great game. I was immediately hooked; I knew I would spend the rest of my life trying to master the beautiful game.
After I got a few games under my belt, the game started to bug me. No, I still played it, but it bugged me at the same time it enthralled me. I just can't stand to lose. Not all the time, though. Sometimes I don't care, but sometimes I can't stand to lose. Don't ask me why. It's not just losing that ticks me off, however, it's the way I lose.
This past weekend I was enjoying an excellent game of Risk with 3 of my "friends". I deserved to win, I really did. I was stuck in South America between 2 opponents, 1 had control over N. America, the other Europe and Africa. What the heck would you do in a situation like that? I did what I felt I was obligated to do, for the good of me and the other player. I spent all my guys trying to stop them from their guys. I was quite successful at this, but it had a drawback. The other fella just built up his guys while we were all weakening each other, and he just swept through and won. It wasn't fair. To top it off, the other players, instead of trying to stop him, just attacked me over and over out of spite. This was not conducive to winning.
I wasn't that angry when I first lost, but then something extraordinary happened. I asked for a little recognition from the winning party. All I wanted was for him to say that I was the reason he won. He would not admit it. It was ridiculous! I obviously beat him, but he took credit for my hard work. It was very frustrating.
Well I hope you enjoyed that, my blogs have officially reached the bottom. See you at the Risk board.
The first time I played Risk was about 5 years ago up at a cabin in Idaho with my boy scout troop. It was a great game. I was immediately hooked; I knew I would spend the rest of my life trying to master the beautiful game.
After I got a few games under my belt, the game started to bug me. No, I still played it, but it bugged me at the same time it enthralled me. I just can't stand to lose. Not all the time, though. Sometimes I don't care, but sometimes I can't stand to lose. Don't ask me why. It's not just losing that ticks me off, however, it's the way I lose.
This past weekend I was enjoying an excellent game of Risk with 3 of my "friends". I deserved to win, I really did. I was stuck in South America between 2 opponents, 1 had control over N. America, the other Europe and Africa. What the heck would you do in a situation like that? I did what I felt I was obligated to do, for the good of me and the other player. I spent all my guys trying to stop them from their guys. I was quite successful at this, but it had a drawback. The other fella just built up his guys while we were all weakening each other, and he just swept through and won. It wasn't fair. To top it off, the other players, instead of trying to stop him, just attacked me over and over out of spite. This was not conducive to winning.
I wasn't that angry when I first lost, but then something extraordinary happened. I asked for a little recognition from the winning party. All I wanted was for him to say that I was the reason he won. He would not admit it. It was ridiculous! I obviously beat him, but he took credit for my hard work. It was very frustrating.
Well I hope you enjoyed that, my blogs have officially reached the bottom. See you at the Risk board.
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