As an ’80s baby and a ’90s kid, I have a strong recollection of life before the current age of information overload. Now it feels like everywhere I turn, I’m bombarded with unsolicited updates on the deteriorating state of the world. It’s hard to escape. My therapist keeps recommending I find some way to turn off my mind to destress, but things like meditation and long walks haven’t helped my tightly wound brain stop overthinking everything. I finally found my solution in a very unlikely place: a game table.