It is a common occurrence in the game, soon after you wade into the thickest jungle, that’s when backgammon begins to beguile. Softly at first. Backgammon beguiles you in scrubby rugged terrain where fleet gazelles play at running games. Lady B smoothly beckons you into a majestic library, lets you wander off, poke about, until you stumble directly onto an annotated primer of back games, never before seen or known. She picks you up when those times get rowdy, when the wind picks up, as you flail and try to grip a stalwart anchor, then you hold on through the whirlwind of a new contagious disease. Few would say Lady Luck can be trusted. 100% Not a chance. Until it becomes a common occurrence. And becomes part of the game plan.