It Was Over Before We Even Started Talking
It was late one evening when the local dispatch got a phone call. On the other end was a panicked young lady who started screaming, "Oh my god! You've got to help me, my car's on fire!"
"Calm down, Ma'am," the dispatcher said. "We'll send the fire department right out to you."
"Okay. Thanks," she said and started to hang up.
"Wait!" the dispatcher cried, "We don't know your address. How are we going to get to you?"
"Duh, big red truck!"
I was listening to B.B. King and looking up at the heavens above when it occurred to me that none of my friends have ever played a war game. Not a single one of us have even picked up a ruler and used it to measure out our movements on imaginary terrain.
In a lot of ways I think that it comes down to the fact that most of the people that I've played with over the years have been under the age of 30 and none of us had any of the older gamers around us to bring war gaming to the fore. I don't think that I like that answer though. No, I really don't.
So how am I going to fix that?
Duh, big red truck . . .