I love games. Games have been one of my few consistent interests in life. I love playing them. I love reading about them. I love listening to podcasts about them. Unfortunately, I also love buying them. And it’s not just video games, it’s tabletop games as well. Now, given how vigorously I have professed my love for games, one might assume that I play a lot of games. Unfortunately, as constant as my love for games has been, it is one of the last things I typically make time for. As a result, my pile of shame, both virtual and in real life, has become massive. This is not necessarily a “problem” except that many of the games in that pile of shame are games I specifically wanted to share with my boys. There is a solution, though.