Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Blogging from A to Z: Ultimate Sorry

Some years ago, the Washington Post Magazine asked readers to submit a short, true story to the following prompt:

Tell us about a time that a competition went too far.

I wrote a story in response, although I never submitted it.  I will tell it to you now.

When it comes to absurdity and competition, nothing beats a game of Ultimate Sorry!  My husband (then boyfriend) and I "invented" it in college.  The key difference between this game and the classic board game is that a draw of Sorry! or landing on the other person's piece sent the offending piece not back to Home, but to anywhere accessible to the opponent from his or her seat.  We quickly learned that when playing outside, choosing the green pawns meant considerable time spent in the grass, and was to be avoided.  Pieces were, at various times, dug out of flowerpots and tempted away from the neighbor's dog.

The high low point of our Ultimate Sorry! adventure, however, came one day when Kurt made the mistake of leaving the kitchen table to go the bathroom during the game.  In his absence, I raided the refrigerator, clearly in violation of the agreed-upon rules, but it was an opportunity too good to resist.  Potential disqualification was certainly worth the look on his face when I drooped his next sorry-ed piece in a bottle of barbecue sauce.  Of course, in the true spirit of the game, he fished it out, rinsed it off, and the absurdity continue.  As I recall, I finally lost when I couldn't get him to open his mouth and return my missing pawn. 

At least he didn't swallow it.

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