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Steve Baird

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Issue #160

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Tuesday: June 23, 2009

 

Whenever I tell people about this, they always jump to the conclusion that it was a metaphor for getting beaten, e.g. "My fist is the airplane, you're the airport, time for a crash landing!" But really, it was much, much worse. The psychological trauma of never being able to make the right call leaves no bruises. At least, none that anyone can see.

I hope to one day play this game with my own progeny. It won't be fair to them, of course. But that's how it goes. One generation passes its scars onto the next under the guise of tradition. Take THAT, future!

 
 
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