Tag: The Deadliest Game

“You’re like a deer or elk in hunting season”

A group of ten guys have been embroiled in a no-holds-barred game of tag that’s been going on for 23 years. Now in their 40s, the game is active every February and players are now used to being tagged anywhere from their office to their marital bed. It’s resulted in countless alliances, cross-country flights and the enlistment of wives as spies and assistants.


One February day in the mid-1990s, Mr. Tombari and his wife, then living in California, got a knock on the door from a friend. “Hey, Joe, you’ve got to check this out. You wouldn’t believe what I just bought,” he said, as he led the two out to his car.

What they didn’t know was Sean Raftis, who was “It,” had flown in from Seattle and was folded in the trunk of the Honda Accord. When the trunk was opened he leapt out and tagged Mr. Tombari, whose wife was so startled she fell backward off the curb and tore a ligament in her knee.

As far as ways of staying in touch go, this may be weird, but a lot more memorable than some lame Facebook group.

[It Takes Planning, Caution to Avoid Being ‘It’ – Wall Street Journal]

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