 |
| Of the many things I'm thankful for this year, among them is the time and good company spent playing games with people I care about. This Thanksgiving gave Mom (white), Dad (red), Yume (green), and I (blue) more of that when we sat down to play another round of the artful Tsuro: The Game of the Path. |
 |
| Taking turns, starting with the oldest player, you choose a patterned tile from your hand of three, lay the tile, and then follow its path to the corresponding edge. The goal: be the last player still on the board. The danger: being forced off the board, or helplessly colliding with another player (eliminating you both). |
 |
| Here's how we sat after two turns… |
 |
| …then after three. |
 |
| The pivotal moment: rather than eliminate anyone too soon, I opt to play a more dangerous "long game," resulting in Mom, Dad, and I sharing the same tile. |
 |
| For my efforts, I'm sent packing to the high side as Dad and Mom veer toward fertile grounds. |
 |
| That's when Yume decided to strap a time bomb to her chest in the upper-lefthand corner. |
 |
| Cleverly, Yume avoided the untimely death, only to be done in by me. (At this point, I knew I had a way to avoid the corner and veer south, but no idea whose hands I'd be placing my fate in.) |
 |
| Only one of us was getting out of this jam…! |
 |
| And so it was Dad took this one, with a fair share of luck, a sound strategy, and eyes to follow the circuitous path; I gratefully tipped my cap! |
