Sudoku Seduction

A Thanksgiving tradition around my parents’ table is that of the
“Thank-you-gods,” wherein the large group of loud, alcoholically
lubricated guests each give public thanks before digging into the
traditional first course of Oysters Rockefeller. Typical statements
include: “Thank you god for my family/my job/that I’m pregnant/that
I am not pregnant.” This year, a family friend said something I’d
never heard before: “Thank you god for Sudoku!” My dad hooted,
“Sudokuuuuuu!” I had no idea what Sudoku was, but found out soon

The next day, I came down with the flu. I tore rapidly through
the book I’d brought along, as well as another I borrowed, and then
was left with nothing to do. And then I spotted my dad’s Sudoku
book, lying inconspicuously on the kitchen counter. “What’s
Sudoku?” I asked.

My dad gave it to me in a nutshell: Sudoku is a grid, 9×9,
comprised of nine boxes, each 3×3; each nine-square line across,
down, and each 3×3 box must contain each of the digits 1-9. “This
is fun?” I asked. “Try it,” he said.

I did, and became so hooked that I tore several pages out of his
“Sudoku Black Belt” book for the ride back to Santa Barbara. The
game is dangerously, fiercely addictive, in a Tetris sort of way.
That night, I dreamed of Sudoku. The next day, I was sent home from
work, so as not to infect any of my coworkers, but made a pit stop
on the way — not to the store for chicken soup, but to Borders, for
my very own book of Sudoku.


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