A few years ago, my friend Mikey gave me a board game for—well, it could have been the holidays or it could have been my birthday. Maybe just because. Anyway, it was Battlestar Galactica, the board game. (Yes, really.) He was coming for a visit and he said we’d play it when he got here.
Except we didn’t. Because the rulebook was 32 pages long. And incomprehensible.