As the rain clouds settled over my tiny bodega I tried to focus on the task at hand: distraction. A miss-played dreary Sunday evening can lead to soul-sucking self-reflection; often centering around that immortal question, "Why the hell must I labor in the salt mines of modern industry tomorrow morning?” A well-played Sunday is like gorging on a box of distraction chocolates.
My distraction selection was decent last night; retro-card gaming with Sir White and a stiff Ceaser to help defocus events just enough. Things were going well; but then took a turn for the better. Ms. Orange sent a telegram inquiring about the possibility of a civil game of evening Catan. After brief negotiations we Sir White, Ms. Orange and myself hashed out our terms and decided to meet up in the outdoor bungalow annex post haste.
Minutes later I was standing in the kitchen with Ms. Orange when I noticed the most bizarre sight out the back window. Unless my eyes had fully unfocused I was observing something that had never before been documented in the history of Catan. Sir White was setting up the game, un-prodded, by himself! Frankly I didn't even know he knew the game required setting up. I had thought that he considered each game an "immaculate" conception; popping into the world with no work involved. None-the-less, there he was, pondering the meaning of each piece and slowly constructing them into a respectable Catan board.
I know many of our readers will assume this sighting to be a hoax, a sham or just the ravings of a Ceaser-addled drug addict. However I submit upon the as-of-yet-not-needed grave of Klaus Tuber himself that this event did unfold. Knowing my word isn't an international currency I also took the precaution of using my photographic recording device to capture the moment:
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The rest of the evening played out to my advantage as though Catan owed me a favor and was eager to repay it. Solid swing placement landed me a treasure trove of production; settlement on gold, wheat and brick, and the trifecta development city (all three commodities lapping at the shores of my city). On a hunch I for-went the need for a 6 and was rewarded with an 8 friendly night. I had not one, but two victory points handed to me via development cards. Add some quick city/settlement building and a coffin-nail harbormaster and the game was mine!
So to all of you, my faithful readers, let this be a lesson that even the most out-landish and impossible, can in fact, be possible. Reach for the stars and roll big.
-Mr. Green, Esquire
