Gaming Weekend

Back in 1995, several of us Fairview grads decided to gather for a weekend of games—an activity that kept us pretty busy through our high school and college years, when we weren’t otherwise occupied chasing girls or camping out, contemplating the time necessary for a llama to carry a sack lunch to Mars, and whether the llama, if it ever did reach the red planet, could ever eat his BLT if the mayo went bad in transit. (Any idiot knows that in the vacuum of space the mayo would stay good, so I won that argument along with a majority of the games on that first weekend.)

Six of us showed up for the first three-day event—staged in Gaines Township, Michigan, at the home of Lon G, just outside of Grand Rapids (a venue to which a llama could probably reach with much greater ease as long as it stayed off my Aunt Anna’s lawn on the way.)

The festivities have since expanded to include a fourth day and one year a fifth was added, ostensively to provide Danny K a chance to win at least one game. We, with little debate, denied his request to expand the weekend to cover 17 days. Steve A was against the expansion because of his work. Dallas H had too many kids at home. Rollin didn’t think he had enough socks for that long, and Lon G denied any extended stay after his wife told him he had to. I simply didn’t think I could put up with being around the jerks that long.

In eight weeks we will reconvene in Caledonia, Michigan for GW12. Steve A has long since dropped out, his ego sorely battered by the year after year shellacking he received at my hand. But this year, from the far off land of Wausau, Tim H will be there, battling as well as his feeble little mind and stoney little hands will allow.

I await this 12th Gaming Weekend.