Uno, yes uno, just one. One winner that is.

The game where fathers condemn their daughters to draw fours without mercy, and mothers just skip their sons.

The game where friends and foes change as swiftly as Hermes carries around bustling news to the gods.

Oh how I love the game. There’s no such thing as a civil round of uno. No matter how hard you try, you will turn in your spoon and tea cup for draws and skips. Where reds frequently fall.

Colors will trap you in their endless loops, unless you have the number to set you free.

Yes uno, just one. One winner there’ll be.