Sometimes I think the only point of us being together was for me to give you a word and a little game that you’ll play with your kids.
And that will be the only thing I contribute to the world.
We played the poison game, each time delaying the gulping of antidote.
One of us is going to win pretty soon.
The game we played was called “advance and retreat” and she was a master.
Was it a date or not?
I knew I would be all alone this time.
The game had just begun and not even the Gods cared to play along.
He made a new kind of game with his wit and intellect. Then he made loopholes when nobody could follow the rules.
The pitcher threw, the batter swung clumsily, and the bat flew from the player’s inept hands and soared across the crowded stadium at frightening speed.
The spinning rod flew into the stands and the panicked spectators rushed for safety, except for Jim, who looked up from his new video game three seconds too late to see the flying bat moving towards him and at that moment Jim painfully discovered that the new IPad 2 does not make a good shield against fast-moving projectiles.