Who Sunk My Battleship?

Same house as the rocking horse below. I'm not sure how these folks manage every single year to put a volume of trash at the curb in single afternoon that exceeds the entire cubic capacity of their modest home. I never had this game as a kid, so I didn't quite remember the packaging. In retrospect, it strikes me as quite odd. The young fellow pictured on the box looks as if he's about to lose his mind over the sheer excitement of the game (if you ever played it, you know it was distinctly lacking in excitement). Perhaps this lad grew up to be President of the United States and had a similar fit of fantasy over imagined weapons of mass destruction that turned out not to exist anywhere but in his own small mind. Outsmarted perhaps by his younger, though smarter brother at this game, he harbored a grudge for his entire life. A grudge the revenge for which he could best fulfill by starting a little war of his own. But, I digress....

 

Interestingly, Battleship was in the same pile of crap that was topped by the rocking horse. Clearly, some here was directing the mise-en-scene to tug at the heart strings of aging baby boomers.