Remember we used to play tag? And by we, I mean you and me, and everyone we knew. Tag was free. It was arguably fun, that is unless you were “it,” but even then that was half of the game. Do you run after the young weakling, or puff your chest and go for the speedy neighbor? Hide in wait amongst the trees for a gorilla-tag, or hop on your bike for a drive-by-tag? Tag, simply timeless.
Let’s face it, tag was and still is awesome. However, and there is always a "however" when I rant, it seems the rules of tag have changed.
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| Lockers are safe, you can't tag me here Winny! Or can you... |
It seems that when you go out and have a good time with your family and friends, you are actually playing tag. You drink a little, you play a few games of shuffle puck, and perhaps (hypothetically) at the moment just before the lights come on, you dance a little bit. Okay, maybe a lot. Seems fun, and at the surface all seems fair. But, you see, the rules of tag have changed. The game has been sent into overtime.
