There are two kinds of people in the world: those who watch Game of Thrones, and those who don’t, and  find the people that do annoying. I fall into the first category, but I sympathize with the latter. It’s all about the Song of Ice and Fire for the next few weeks. You can have your Stanley Cup playoffs, your Masters Golf, you can even have your risen Christ come Easter, but for some 30 million of us, Westoros is the only place to be for the next six Sunday nights, by way of HBO.

 

I’m not going to bore you with my own personal fan theories and projections; I have plenty of people willing to get into it with me, and that’s not even going beyond my immediate family. Yes, we are a GofT family. John started it by reading the books, then he and I began watching the series 8 years ago. I remember thinking it was too violent and sexual for the kids, especially Ronan, who was 12, but that didn’t stop them from watching. In fact, they were and are the same age as the young Starks and Lannisters, with only slightly less dysfunctional family lives. I will never forget Season 3, Episode 9, also known as The Rains of Castamere, but best known as The Red Wedding. John of course knew what was coming, but the rest of us did not. We were so upset that I offered to keep them home from school the next day. That’s good parenting right there, don’t you think?

 

I don’t mind admitting to you that we really are a family of nerds. We were just as obsessed with the Harry Potter series, as well as The Lord of the Rings, the Chronicles of Narnia and the original Star Wars movies. We have figured out which houses we belong to: Ronan and I are Ravenclaw, whereas John and Aidan are Gryffindor. We quote Gandalf (“A wizard is never late; he arrives precisely when he means to,”) and The Horse and His Boy (“To the Tisroc! May he live forever!”) and yes, we may have a lightsaber or two kicking about, but not real ones.

 

Like any good cult should, we welcome newcomers. Both Aidan and Ronan insisted that their girlfriends take up Game of Thrones, and, to their credit, they did, catching up in time to join us on the couch for Seasons 6 and 7. They are just as obsessed. In fact, a recent family dinner was dominated by arguments over who should be on the Game of Thrones Deadpool list, and how their names are spelled. Again, good parenting. By the way, if you want to get in on this, there are lots of examples available online. Extra points if you guess if Daenerys is pregnant, who kills the Night King (if anyone), and who ends up on the Iron Throne. You don’t have to watch to guess. After all, I won the NFL football pool a few years ago and I don’t even know how the game is played.

 

So here we go. As they say on The Wall, night gathers, and now my watch begins.

 

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