A month ago, like everybody else who was on some sort of Internet social networking site, I was making up a list of 25 Random Things About Me.
I had fun making that list, tagging friends, having friends comment on it, and commenting on theirs. Except that a few days after making it, I realized that I had forgotten one thing about me that should've made the list. Not that it was any more important that what I had written down, it was just less embarrassing than my #19 (Rick Price's Heaven Knows being my first CD ever.).
It should have been this: I love playing Monopoly, and I take the game very seriously. I try to think up strategies and theories on to how to win the game. I try to apply risk assessment principles, basic cash flow management ideas, and even chaos theory (i.e. my thought bubble: "If I offer to trade Flat Iron for his Reading Railroad, I wonder if that will jolt Battleship into selling Top Hat his Illinois Avenue, so that Top Hat and Race Car can take each other out, and I can have monopoly of the orange properties....Hmm.")
My all-time low, though, came at a game with Gino and two of his buddies. We ordered in for KFC, and before the food arrived, I wanted to make a three-way deal. I don't quite remember how it all went down, but I think that I got Pot to agree to sell Chin a property at a discounted price, in exchange for what I was going to trade for with Chin, and to make everyone happy, I was paying for their share of KFC. Something like that, they agreed, I got what I needed. And that was the trade that shifted the momentum of the game to my favor. Except that I realized that I paid real money to win in a game about keeping it.
I just remembered that this should have made my list of 25 random stuff about me because I've been playing it on my computer for the past days, and I still get pissed when the computer out-monopolies me.
I had fun making that list, tagging friends, having friends comment on it, and commenting on theirs. Except that a few days after making it, I realized that I had forgotten one thing about me that should've made the list. Not that it was any more important that what I had written down, it was just less embarrassing than my #19 (Rick Price's Heaven Knows being my first CD ever.).
It should have been this: I love playing Monopoly, and I take the game very seriously. I try to think up strategies and theories on to how to win the game. I try to apply risk assessment principles, basic cash flow management ideas, and even chaos theory (i.e. my thought bubble: "If I offer to trade Flat Iron for his Reading Railroad, I wonder if that will jolt Battleship into selling Top Hat his Illinois Avenue, so that Top Hat and Race Car can take each other out, and I can have monopoly of the orange properties....Hmm.")
My all-time low, though, came at a game with Gino and two of his buddies. We ordered in for KFC, and before the food arrived, I wanted to make a three-way deal. I don't quite remember how it all went down, but I think that I got Pot to agree to sell Chin a property at a discounted price, in exchange for what I was going to trade for with Chin, and to make everyone happy, I was paying for their share of KFC. Something like that, they agreed, I got what I needed. And that was the trade that shifted the momentum of the game to my favor. Except that I realized that I paid real money to win in a game about keeping it.
I just remembered that this should have made my list of 25 random stuff about me because I've been playing it on my computer for the past days, and I still get pissed when the computer out-monopolies me.
