How Did You Get Your ‘Game’ On?
In our last installment, we asked you how and when you started watching “Game of Thrones.” Thank you to everyone who wrote in: We love hearing about your “Thrones” obsessions. Here’s a small selection of reader memories, lightly edited for clarity.
‘A Bonding Thing’
My son Ben, then 16, wanted me to watch “Game of Thrones” with him when it first started. I thought it was about a video game. We had watched “The Tudors” together, with me covering his eyes for the naked parts. I made a plot diagram of the first book, which my son thought was quaint. “You know, Mom, they have those on the internet.” He’s 23 now. It’s been a bonding thing for us.
Miriam Louise Fisher
I watched all of Season 1 with my wife in one day … the day after Super Bowl 46. I’m a Ravens fan, and the Ravens had just lost the AFC Championship in brutal fashion, and in order to get myself through the big game, I drank myself stupid with a friend. Needless to say, my wife and I called out sick on Monday and said, “Let’s try this ‘Game of Thrones’ show.” Ten hours and two food deliveries later, we were done with Season 1.
A Presidential Pardon
I kept seeing references to “Game of Thrones” and whether Jon Snow was alive or dead. Then, I read that Barack Obama had approached somebody affiliated with the show at a Hollywood fund-raiser and asked them about Snow. So, that did it. I decided to find out what the fuss was about. I ordered the Season 1 DVDs from Netflix, and soon my husband and I were binge watching. I finally gave in and subscribed to HBO for Season 7, something I had avoided for years and years. Sigh. Now, I’ve read all the books and own a large book of maps of Westeros.
The Winds of Summer
Back in the summer of 2011, as a sophomore in college, I stumbled across “Game of Thrones” when I was staying in an isolated log cabin in Rocky Mountain National Park. I threw on the pilot late at night expecting a medieval drama. I was not expecting a chilling, blue-eyed zombie child. Let’s just say the sound of wind rushing through the pine trees and creaky floorboards did not help me sleep that night.
Shame of ‘Thrones’
I started watching it during Season 4 because my friends were raving about the gorgeous scenery from Iceland and Croatia. We are in our late 50s, long past our days of unicorns and princesses. Reluctantly, I started watching. Overall, I was terribly alarmed by the universe of moral ambivalence. It seemed like such a vivid parallel for today’s world. Now the show has become a ridiculous addiction that I dare not admit to my family or friends, but it is so fascinating and chilling that I can’t help myself.