Bethany E
United States
Pennsylvania
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A group of my friends and I have been playing board games together nearly every Sunday night now since January. We have a blast every week and it's something I look forward to with similar enthusiasm as a young child on Christmas.
We introduced Boom-O into our repertoire in April and I have played in 12 games since. It's a very intriguing game, and has brought many laughs and jokes. One of those is as follows.
Of the times we've played this game prior to tonight, I have *always* lost, and most often was the first one to go out, maybe the second, if I was lucky. I always boomed out, and never went away without the scars of one too many bombs blowing up. One of the men in our group has won nearly every time, and has most often taken me out each time. It was an ongoing joke not to sit next to him, if I wanted a chance at winning. And time and time again, I continued losing.
So tonight...
I expected it to be much the same. He did the same tactic this time in the first game... traded hands with me and gave me all time changing cards (the 5's and 10's!) and then set the clock at 60. *BOOM* So it goes. For the first game, I wasn't the first to go out, but was the second. He won. Of course...
So we decided to play again, and it was rather ironic. He blew up first. He NEVER blows up first. But surely enough, he did. He had a hand with all the number cards (5's and 10's) and got a taste of his own medicine. :-D And then one by one, the others blew up as well. I was left unscathed, miraculously, as the others were completely blown away, obliterated into tiny pieces.
Rather ironic, considering that I *always* blew up, and I *never* won sitting next to him. I have a tendency of losing board games... but tonight was different. I had not even been bombed the second game at all... a first time in our group's history for me.
And now the ongoing running joke of me sitting next to him meaning I'll lose is now blown out of the water... and has run out of gas.
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