Ah Jazz, you mad Lithuanian. Always livin' it close to the heart
OR! A scenario can be enjoyed on a purely intellectual level, savored in the comfort of one's easy chair with a fine bottle of wine and a lovely trencher of Camembert at hand with one's trusty and loyal Australian Cattle Dog snoozing safely underfoot. Days or even weeks in advance, strategies mulled over, weighed for their merits, and discarded in due leisure without all the sweaty hugga-mugga of the Spartan environment of the Rocky Mountain Rumble in Greg Hubbard's basement, amidst the pungent redolence of the Great Unwashed (of which YOU, Sir, are the Greatest).
I submit that this, too, is "playing" the game, and should not be poo-pooh'd by Heathens and Ruffians.