Apparently I'm going to be an apartment-dwelling gynecologist.
This game is definitely circa 1995 for me. It reminds me of long hours spent in the gym at intramurals, trying to avoid both teacher's glares and whatever type of ball they were trying to force me to play with. I was more interested in my future. A future that didn't involve jerseys made of mesh, or the pressure in the locker room to wear a bra when I was flat-chested, or 11-year-old boys making fun of me because I couldn't walk without running into a wall, let alone put a ball in a net.
So in celebration of what an unatheletic, undeveloped, proud geek I was, I encourage you all to play a game of MASH.