The Game Of Sweet Revenge

Have you ever wondered how Beyonce feels whenever she enters a room? What would it be like to always be walking into a light and sultry wind or to have people bow down as she coos, "all hail Queen B"?

I really don't know the answer to that very abstract question, but I do know what its like to win a cut throat game of Sorry, which is basically the same thing.

Evidence my friend. Evidence.

My family is not really of the board game stock. In fact I literally thought that it was "bored" game for years because that is what my father always told me. I don't even know how to shuffle cards and we have an "abbreviated" Ostler version that condenses Clue down to a mere 7 minutes.

But there is always an exception. And the game Sorry is our Achilles heel. We get into it. I am sure that if a family feud begins it will have been the spawn of a heated battle of Sorry. My mother, the sweetest and most gentle woman on the face of this planet turns into a blood ravenous heathen during this so called "family diversion".

As for me, I don't consider myself a competitive person. I would make daisy chains in the middle of my soccer games and was always the last one picked. (True story to this day.) I would consider myself a Bronze personality, I just don't have a winners heart.

Except for tonight. Victory was mine and it felt oh so gratifying. I testify that it truthfully is a game of sweet sweet revenge. The looks of my lowly and base opponents as I threw my cards in the air, triumphant war shriek jubilantly echoing through the house... There just aren't words to describe such emotion.  Life is better as a winner, and even better as a gloating one. I dare you to challenge me, if you want a smack down to the mud!

So I not one to boast, but you may all bow down to Queen A. I am the Beyonce of Sorry, hear me roar.