Exploring Gen Con and Defeating Harry (Finally)

Posted By John kaufeld on Sep 11, 2018

I spent the first week of August among my people. Over 60,000 tabletop game lovers descended on the Indianapolis convention center. We wandered the halls, stood in the lines, and played all of the games at Gen Con, the largest and longest-running game convention in North America. As always, it felt glorious. Gen Con exhibit hall So much to see This year, more than 520 game companies showed their products in the massive exhibit hall. Over 600 new games of all kinds premiered at the show. Special fundraising events to support this year’s two official charities, The Jack Vasel Memorial Fund and Second Helpings, raised more than $50,000. The convention’s 17,000+ ticketed events ran constantly — 24 hours a day — from Wednesday evening, August 1, through Sunday night, August 5. I can personally vouch for that. My son and I wandered back to our hotel sometime around 1:00 a.m. on Saturday night after finishing an amazing 500-person cooperative roleplaying event for Paizo’s Starfinder game. Such are moments that make memories to last a lifetime. In the coming months, we’ll have plenty of time to talk about the new games we discovered at the convention. For today, I want to reflect on some dadly joy — namely, the incredible experience of sharing these moments with my teenage son. “open gaming” space in the Indianapolis Convention Center late at night… and still hoppin The son grows up The Wonder (his nickname since he was tiny), turned 14 in May. He gained too many inches in height, spawned a slew of fresh brain cells containing all kinds of opinions, and matured into someone with a fascinating intellect and amazing personality. He attended this year’s convention carrying his first official “game reviewer” business cards. After a couple of practice runs with game industry friends, he confidently put the cards to work. He introduced himself to vendors, discussed game release dates and prices, and carefully took notes about games he wanted to check out. It was a proud geeky father moment. My somewhat introverted little guy didn’t just get taller, he grew up. I got to watch him step out, coach him on the details, and celebrate his victories. My youngest son mapped his way toward manhood on the exhibit floor of Gen Con, looking resplendent in a blue velvet fez emblazoned with a neon green kraken (which, I’ve been told repeatedly, “is not a squid”). Gen Con exhibit hall Harry scares me As all of this happened for my son, though, something happened for me as well: I finally felt a victory over my long-time nemesis, Harry Chapin, and his song “Cats...