You find yourself staring up at an enormous wall of board games. Sorry, Monopoly, Uncle Wiggly on and on. Around you, dozens are wailing, tearing at their clothes, chanting and rocking in silent prayer. You've used up all your vacation days and had to wash your feet in front of strangers. You don't talk with them. You're just here for the tournament. You stare up at all of it. You don't dare touch it.
You think, “There has to be more than this.”
The wall is silent.