Maybe I occasionally embellish Facebook tales – especially with an all-important topic such as “Cheating Grandchildren.” But folks, this photo is absolutely untouched. During Christmas break I sat down to play Sorry with Audrey, and ran into a string of bad luck that defies all mathematical odds. Not only did I get Sorried a zillion times, but my little yellow warriors just kept getting bumped back to oblivion. This is absolutely true: she won the game AND I STILL HAD ALL FOUR MEN IN START! I wasn’t even two squares down the street! This is like losing a World Series game 200 to nothing.
Is this even statistically possible – all four men still in Start? I honestly thought about sending this picture in to the Guinness World Records people, but am not sure I want to be known just for this level of ignominy. At the very least, can I get some pity from my fellow persecuted grandpas?
P.S. The photo above was taken during happier times; right now we’re not speaking.
David B. Smith Books 