Nebraska Game
It didn’t occur to me that my mother hasn’t exactly gotten to know about my Nebraska game, the one involving the map and the darts and my nephew being extremely difficult. When Sammy interrupted us in the middle of a conversation to tell me that he’ll be out all day with my father and wouldn’t be able to play the Nebraska game with me today, my mother asked me what the Nebraska game was, and if it involved the Nebraska Game and Parks Comission. After we said our goodbyes to Dad and Sammy, I explained to Mom that the Nebraska game is a game I made up in the hopes of motivating myself to move and make sure that I push through with that road trip that never seems to happen.
Of course, my mother was amused, but she was also rather proud that I came up with a game as interesting and as informative as the Nebraska game. She was also glad that I had gotten Sammy in in the Nebraska game as well; apparently she was afraid that the only Nebraska game that my adorable nephew (and her intelligent grandson) would ever be interested in would involve balls made of pigskin, like the rest of the men in our family. I pointed out to her that Dad liked a different kind of Nebraska game, the kind that involved hunting, but she shushed me. She never did like thinking of that kind of Nebraska game.