The opportunity to play the game, to play it well, shrank until it was barely accessible, until we were more honoring the memory of what the game had been for us than giving life to what it could become.
There’s a tendency, as we begin to make things official, to think that only one particular form of a game is the real game. The fact is, any game we’re playing is a real game. That’s the fact. After all, the only thing that makes a game real is that there are people playing it.