That quote has nothing to do with Game No. 154, which was played at my home in Little Italy yesterday. Ben uttered it while we were smoking cigars on the patio following a long, grueling game, in reference to a game at Weasel Moot. But I like it so much that I’m using it here.
Actually, we didn’t have a whole lot of dying in Game No. 154. It was a pretty well balanced game that saw the fortunes of several powers rise and fall and sometimes rise again. As late as 1906, I was topping the board with only seven centers. We didn’t see our first elimination till 1912.
That was Peter Lokken, who got off to a bad start while conducting the ritual for power selection. After the six other players had plucked their blocks from the box, Peter reached in for his and realized the box was empty. It was Sunday morning, and we weren’t thinking all that clearly. Our initial reaction was to have Peter play the country left over, which turned out to be England. But we quickly realized how stupid that was. No one else had a chance to draw the dark blue block. So we started over.
The game itself got off to a late start, thanks to John Gramila. The rest of us were ready to go by about 10:20. He showed up an hour later. Our new Chief of Public Information quickly proved that he’s the right man for that job, however, by nearly persuading us all that the website had announced an 11 a.m. start. In fairness to John, while the game article and Meetup page had the correct start time of 10 a.m., the calendar entry, which he referenced, said 11. Even so, he was still 20 minutes late.
For his sins, we promised to stick him in Austria. It took two draws, but that’s where he landed.
We played for about nine hours. The game finally ended in Spring 1914 in the following center count:
You can check out the supply center chart here. It really was a fun, balanced game with a good group of guys.
Next up: Don’t miss out on the bar games later this month. We’ll be at Guthrie’s on Oct. 20 and Emmett’s in Downers Grove on the 27th.