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Posted March 31, 2005 at 01:05:00 PM by Bean
When Stef and I head to Richmond to visit her family, we usually end up, at some point during the stay, playing a few games of Trouble. You know... "You can pop a lot of trouble with the pop-o-matic bubble." Stacie (Stef's sister) usually gets in on the game too. As a matter of fact, I play Stacie more than I play Stef. The reason for this is that Stacie is the only person who can actually present me with some challenging play.

Stef plays, but she doesn't take it very seriously. I mean, one time last weekend Stef could have totally sent my guy back to the start. I was cringing in anticipation as I was sure she was about to advance forward two spots and crush my peg's hopes of making it home this go-round. She picks up her peg... THEN SIT'S IT BACK DOWN! What? That's right... she decides to spare me and move a different peg. Nice? Sure. Good Trouble gameplay? Hell no. Needless to say, the next time I had a chance to send one of her her pegs back to the start, I did so without hesitation. Got a dirty look for that one, but that's how the game is played. You gotta pounce on your opportunities.

Stacie, on the other hand, plays to win. If she gets the chance, she'll take you out, and probably drop some snide remark while doing so just to salt the wound. She'll even take her peg on a second round trip just to have the opportunity to send you back to the start. Ruthless.

In the end, I am usually the winner. My Trouble skills are pretty much limitless. On rare occasions I may throw a game just to keep my opponents interested, but I am always in control of the game. I am a master of the Pop-o-matic Bubble.

In exciting and completely unrelated news: The Cherry Blossom 10-miler is this weekend. I am flying out to Baltimore Friday afternoon and running the race Sunday morning at the butt-crack of dawn with Irwin and Stutz.
coribn (March 31, 2005 at 04:41:19 PM):
hey fuckers. we're going to the cherry blossom festivus sunday. we should hang out.
Balls (March 31, 2005 at 06:28:57 PM):
Sorry is the best game ever.

mrs. bean (April 01, 2005 at 07:15:06 AM):
It should be noted here that if Ben should happen to loose a game (any game for that matter), it instantly becomes a "stupid game" and he doesn't want to play it anymore. So I guess it's a good thing he wins all the time or else there wouldn't be any games left for him to play.
Bean (April 01, 2005 at 08:03:44 AM):
I knew some loser would bring up Sorry - the wanna-be Trouble look-alike. What kind of moron invented Sorry? I mean... all it is is Trouble turned 45 degrees on the table and with some gay-ass "slide". And no pop-o-matic bubble? What the hell. Trouble > Sorry
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