Some people love playing games. I’m not one of them. Whether I’m asked to play poker, pinochle, Bingo, Sorry, Uno, dominoes, Go Fish or any other game, I can think of a thousand things I’d rather do. Like read a book, piece a puzzle, take a hike, or stare into space. In recent years I’ve embraced the fact that I don’t enjoy games and now decline most invitations to play. Still, that follows years of appeasing. More times than I’d care to count, I’ve gamely moved tokens, tossed dice, rearranged tiles and laid out cards with friends and relatives.