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The Game

In every circle of friends there is a game that is so wrapped up in the habits and rhythms of the group that it doesn’t have a name. Perhaps you have tried to name it, but nothing would stick. You did not know that by doing so you would have tried to grasp something unsayable about the ties that hold your group together, that by naming it you would have had to pull the thing down to hard reality, where it would have ceased to be special.

This game is not one of those games. We just play it sometimes when we happen to be sitting around watching something together (Wrestlemania maybe, or hockey) and that thing has ended but we’re not quite ready to get up. It is very fun though and I’m going to tell you about it. Continue reading