"I know since I'm an adult that I shouldn't get involved in these 'fads', but there's just something that I gotta get off my back. You know, I was once your age. Young, carefree, the star of the basketball team…but when I wasn't practicing, I was down in my basement. Hanging out with my uh…friends that the rest of the team didn't know I had. I forbid those kids to speak or even look at me during school hours.
After practice, I'd go down in my basement and totally lose myself. I'd usually even forget to change out of my Wildcat practice gear, which is saying a lot because I used to keep that baby clean, fresh and pressed.
Okay, I'm ready…and I'm only telling anyone this because it's just been pent up inside for a long time…and it seems like I'd have a load off my chest if I just told someone. And heck, it's what all the kids are doing these days…
I'm a Dungeon Master.
Sounds strange, I know. You see, a Dungeon Master is someone who has mastered the imaginative, social experience that engages players in a rich fantasy world filled with larger-than-life heroes, deadly monsters and diverse settings that is Dungeons and Dragons. Haha, that was from the handbook…I can't believe I still know that…
But it was so exciting! I was rolling d20's all over the place! Baatezu subtypes, Spider domains, and yugoloth subtypes were my specialties! I knew all the races of the dragons, and I knew what the Red Hand of Doom was before they even created it!
I owned all the miniatures. Even the Arcane Ballista! Which was a limited edition, in the times. Ohh, yeah, I was the Dungeon Master…" Coach Bolton was staring up into the rafters of the gym, an insane sort of smile on his face.
"Umm…Coach?"
"What?" He snapped, the smile turned back into his usual grimace. "Get your head in the game! Come on guys, what are we doing standing around, work, work, work!" Coach clapped his hands, then laid his arm on his son's shoulder. "Make sure none of the guys ever repeat that again, will you?"