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seldneiSo on our vacation, Kyle (Goofball #1) asked Scott about a Magic card he needed or wanted.
Back in the day, Kyle and Aaron and their gang of friends--all of whom were barely teenagers at the time--got Scott into Magic. He then addicted me, Jason, Erin, our friend Amy, possibly John (John at least got a contact high of sorts) ... and I think all of us made our decks out of the cards Scott bought. We eventually stopped playing, and when we cleaned the garage after the baby was born, we found a purple plastic bin of Magic cards that weighed more than the baby did. Probably still does.
Anyway, Kyle still plays, and he asked about a card, so Scott started sorting through the big purple box. He found four of the card Kyle wanted, sent him two, and then started pricing cards. And then he sorted out the ones that were worth something, and when he went back to Ohio last week he traded some of them at the local comics store for $128 worth of bags and boards and two longboxes (which we needed desperately). But that is not the point.
No, the point is that my husband is currently sitting at the kitchen table sorting cards and re-creating his (hang onto your hat, Jason) goddamned annoying goblin deck, the really goddamned annoying assassins deck, and putting together some kind of wizards/dragons/knights blue and white deck that will probably annoy the hell out of me, too.
In self-defense--and as proof of my love, because like I need more distraction in my life--I am putting my Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God deck back together--angels, clerics, and a bunch of cards that call down righteous wrath on the heads of any and all unbelievers.
Some people play pinochle. Not us, baby.
Back in the day, Kyle and Aaron and their gang of friends--all of whom were barely teenagers at the time--got Scott into Magic. He then addicted me, Jason, Erin, our friend Amy, possibly John (John at least got a contact high of sorts) ... and I think all of us made our decks out of the cards Scott bought. We eventually stopped playing, and when we cleaned the garage after the baby was born, we found a purple plastic bin of Magic cards that weighed more than the baby did. Probably still does.
Anyway, Kyle still plays, and he asked about a card, so Scott started sorting through the big purple box. He found four of the card Kyle wanted, sent him two, and then started pricing cards. And then he sorted out the ones that were worth something, and when he went back to Ohio last week he traded some of them at the local comics store for $128 worth of bags and boards and two longboxes (which we needed desperately). But that is not the point.
No, the point is that my husband is currently sitting at the kitchen table sorting cards and re-creating his (hang onto your hat, Jason) goddamned annoying goblin deck, the really goddamned annoying assassins deck, and putting together some kind of wizards/dragons/knights blue and white deck that will probably annoy the hell out of me, too.
In self-defense--and as proof of my love, because like I need more distraction in my life--I am putting my Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God deck back together--angels, clerics, and a bunch of cards that call down righteous wrath on the heads of any and all unbelievers.
Some people play pinochle. Not us, baby.
