Had a fine time playing video games with Sparky tonight, even though he gave me a savage drubbing at every game we played. (We also watched “Punch-Drunk Love,” a review of which I will attempt tomorrow after my mind quiets down a bit.) My virtual brains were littered across miles of Halo ground – although I did manage to blow up his jeep several times, which was satisfying. I remain convinced that I’m too old for video games, and should be prohibited by state law from playing them in front of anyone. Sparky was gracious about it, which I appreciate.
Damn kids and their video games. 🙂
I thought the satisfying part was watching you fly toward me and sail over my shoulder after I shot a rocket behind you.
Was the gracious part when I was cursing like a sailor or when I was cackling maniacally?
I still wish I could have run you over with the jeep.
I beg to differ…
I seem to remember a day when we played Half-Life and you (Adam) blew the living snot out of me with bazookas and hand-grenades.
Good times.
Well, that was when I still had some reflexes left, Kevin. And Sparky is an experienced Unreal Championship player. It was like Jean-Claude Van Damme fighting Woody Allen.