I'm inspired to write this by Larry Banner's post in which he admits to playing Dungeons and Dragons when he was a kid. In this day and age, it takes a bold person to admit to spending any part of their childhood playing with many different kinds of dice, pencils, hexagonal marking paper, and reference books with scantily clad valykrie. It takes someone with a courageous bent to admit to spending weekends in basements with a seemingly never-ending supply of noxious soft drinks, snacks and jokes in very poor taste.
For a brief moment today, I wondered why it's not possible for us adults to do that same kind of goofy thing. Then I had to get back to work.