I can hold dice in my hand, surrounded by player cards, and I can use my mind to “see” the gridiron at old Municipal Stadium in Cleveland as the Browns entertain the Pittsburgh Steelers in 1972 (APBA Football). I know they can look almost like the real thing when projected on a 50-inch HD screen.īut I don’t have the hand-eye coordination for such an endeavor, and beyond that, those games leave nothing to the imagination. You can keep your fancy-shmancy video games, with their state-of-the-art graphics, multitude of buttons and wireless controllers.
This isn’t really true confession time my Facebook friends have often seen me post photos of my gaming exploits, in which my tabletop has been adorned with a gamut of games: Strat-o-Matic APBA Replay 4th Street Second Season and on and on. I’ve been enamored with sports board games since I was eight years old, when my parents, er, Santa Claus, got me Sports Illustrated Football, which since was renamed Paydirt.
In my gaming world, the only thing electronic is the lamp that illuminates my playing surface. On any given night on my kitchen table, it could be a crisp fall afternoon in 1972 with two NFL teams about to go at it it could be a warm July day in 1950 with baseball being played it could be a cold winter night in 1957 with two Original Six NHL teams skating or it could be two ABA teams with their red, white and blue basketball, hitting the hardwood.
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