In 1956, two amazing things took place. I was born and so was the game of Yahtzee. My little seven-pound body had a built-in patent, but only one month after I made my first appearance a guy named Mr. Edwin Lowe filed this popular dice game as a trademark and the rest is history. Interestingly enough, the game had been one that a wealthy couple played with friends aboard their yacht. The couple sold the rights to Lowe in 1956, and he soon changed the "yacht game" to Yahtzee.
This little history lesson is only to preface my theory that Yahtzee and I belong together, providentially connected. Because I live alone, though, I play solitaire Yahtzee--same game, same five little dice, same scorecards. It's just that I play against......me.
And tonight, I set a new world record for Borden County America with a score of 529. That total included three yahtzees. No joke.
The weird part is that the new world record broke the previous world record set just minutes earlier when I rolled a 457 (also three yahtzees in one game).
This is news, people.
I can almost guarantee that no one in this county among the 700 residents who live here has ever rolled that high in a single game. I'll even go so far as to say no one else even plays solitaire Yahtzee within a 25,000-mile radius. Wait, I stand corrected. I did read in Al Jazeera that Bin Laden was playing to pass the time while on vacation in Pakistan. Thank Allah I don't have to worry about that loser breaking my record anymore.
Some of you skeptics out there in blog-land may see this blog post as evidence of drought-fatigue. You are correct. Sometimes I hallucinate, seeing those dust devils in my house. Sometimes I over-react and get my leaf blower to dust the furniture instead of using the dust rag. Just this afternoon, I caught Ripken and Meek trying to hide their bones in the carpet. Dust, heat, no rain......it is taking its toll. Yahtzee provides a brief respite.
So does homemade ice cream. Back to it......
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