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Crossfire! 

Here I was thinking that Crossfire was a gift that was given to us in the golden era of greatness, the 80s, but after researching for this post for hours (read: I Googled for 30 seconds), I learned that Milton Bradley created it in 1971. There was really nothing much to Crossfire. It was like the three-way baby of hockey, pool and paintball. Your goal was to push one of two pucks into your enemy’s goal and you did it by shooting little metal balls. If your parents refused to buy Crossfire for you, you could’ve easily made your own busted-down DIY version using Dixie cups duct-taped down to the table (the goals), charms from a charm bracelet (the pucks) and Pic N’ Save water guns.

I only played Crossfire a couple of times and honestly, I was never really into it, because it lacked THEATER and DRAMA. It was no Fireball Island. But while the game itself was boring to me, the commercial was a thrilling spectacle of excitement!

Maybe that’s why a game of Crossfire was boring to me. Maybe I needed to play it in a smoky battle dome (aka a bathroom full of shower steam) as lightning strikes (aka a friend turning the lights on and off real fast) and fire glazes all around us (aka a couple of Yankee Candles lit). I should do that this weekend while playing the busted-down DIY version of Crossfire. But wait, to do that, I’m going to need some friends first. You can rent those from Craigslist, right?

Pic: BoardGameGeek