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I had the joy of playing the longest UNO game in my life last night with three other people. It was one game – two hours. That’s it. One game that took two hours. We reshuffled the deck about five times.

I don’t know how familiar you are with the game, but it is easy enough so that if you don’t, a quick Google search will fill you in. This particular game started out without much fanfare. It’s not that hard of a game; a card is put down and you must match the color, match the number, use a Wild card, or start picking cards from the deck.

It ended up that each person at one time must have had twenty cards in their hand. It was getting ridiculous at times. I’ve never had a game last more than twenty minutes, but then again, I don’t play UNO all that much. I once had a hand that was half green cards, and half yellow with a couple of reds mixed in. I’m guessing that the other players had something similar. It seemed like the other players would place a Wild card and choose blue, so that I was picking even more cards. I was in despair and certain I was going to lose.

UNO has no real strategy but one that I can see. I got on a lucky streak where I had three or four Wild cards, including one of the Wild+4 cards. The girl next to me called out UNO! My hand consisted of the wild cards and one card of yellow, red, and green each. I could’ve played one of them, but chose to play the Wild+4 card to get some cards in my opponent’s hand.

A few turns later, I found that my strategy had worked as I had only two Wild cards left. There was virtually no way that I could lose. Nobody, of course knew what my cards were; I keep ‘em close to my chest. I placed a Wild card down, called out UNO!, and chose the color blue. No particular reason. I didn’t have a blue card. Even if my succeeding opponent did, she still had four or five cards she needed to clear out. The turn went to the next person and she placed down a card. The only thing standing between victory and me was the next player. If he placed down any number card, success was mine. Only a card requiring me to pick more cards would hamper my chances, at least for the time being.

He placed a number card down. A red card. It didn’t matter what color, or what number. I put down the Wild card. I won. Two hours later and after having a hand at one time of twenty cards, I won. So the moral of the story is: collect the Wild cards.

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