Wii Got Hurt
After seeing the crowds of people camped out the day after Thanksgiving I vowed to myself that I would not be caught up in Wii-mania. After all I am not much of a game player whether it is on the computer or on a console. I mean I have not seriously sat down and played a computer game since the Atari 2600 came out. Oh the days of Pong, now there was a real game! My kids of course think I am crazy as they would never even classify that as a video game. But just because I am not a game aficionado does not mean that my kids have grown up deprived of electronic goodness. Quite the contrary, I think we have owned pretty much every game system developed or at least it seemed that way. There was Nintendo and Super Nintendo, there was Ninetendo 64 and XBOX. I think at one time we had a Sega and I am not positive but I think there was a Playstation briefly in the house too. Last Christmas all Dakota wanted was an Xbox360 so now we have that too. And when the kids received Guitar Hero III, they spent their entire Christmas break strumming and rocking away. But after watching Trina who is much more coordinated than I am struggle to press buttons and flick the guitar (which only comes right-handed by the way what is up with that?) I decided to keep what remaining dignity I had and gracefully decline the children’s offer to play. But I truly thought we were finally up-to-date with game consoles and therefore would not be having to deal with the Wii phenomena; as always I was wrong.
I should have known better when even my parents began talking about the Wii and how much fun they had at my brother’s house watching him and his friends try to play it. Our neighbors across the street also have a Wii and they too talk about it constantly. It was bound to happen, at some point my kids would realize that the Wii was something they just could not live without. Given that assumption I decided shortly after Christmas to keep my eye out just in case I ran across one. Of course just running across a Wii on a shelf is kind of like stumbling upon a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. But last week as Trina and I were out, a rainbow would appear. Trina wanted to go to the fabric store which is equivalent to me having to endure 4 simultaneous root canals while having a vasectomy. For whatever reason I just cannot deal with fabric so while she went to check out the latest in cotton blends I wandered down to Toys R Us to look around. As I entered the door the guy announced that they had just gotten a shipment of Wii in stock and if I just continued straight ahead I would be given one to purchase. My mom always said never look a gift Wii horse in the mouth or something to that effect so I followed the yellow brick Wii and soon was walking out the door with game console, an assortment of controllers, battery packs, game discs, and something called a nunchuk. I knew these Wii consoles were scarce but I didn’t realize you needed to arm yourself with a set of nunchuk. Like with the Harley I failed to mention to Trina that I had happened upon a Wii. No use making her worry that we would have weapons in the house after all. So when Easter morning arrived, I set the Wii out and let the kids and Trina be surprised. Surprise may be the understatement of the year. The kids were bouncing off the walls and not just because they were filled with Peeps. Strangely enough even Trina was interested in this game system. So after going through the instructions and again diving into the jungle of cables behind the stereo system and the high-definition television we had a connected Wii. I sat on the couch and watched as the kids began playing. When they got to the Wii Sports game my interest was piqued. I watched as they played tennis, golf, boxing, and bowling. When they got to the baseball game I did something I had not done in probably 30 years. I asked if I could have a turn. That was a major mistake. I ended up getting hooked and before long I realized that several hours had passed and I had played the equivalent of a seven game World Series. I completely dominated the other Mii characters (I can’t believe I actually used the word Mii in a sentence) and was on my way to becoming a professional Wii baseball player. What I didn’t anticipate though was the toll all of this would have. I wrongfully assumed that this was just a video game and therefore not much of a workout. Instead I awoke the next morning and my arm felt like it did when I used to pitch a complete game. I have not been allowed to throw much since the third reconstructive shoulder surgery yet I had probably simulated over 150 pitches. My back was stiff from swinging a simulated bat. I felt like garbage but I knew I had no choice but to suck it up and go to work. After all how would it look if I called in sick today because I had a Wii injury? I can’t believe what an idiot I am sometimes. Now where did I put that controller? I think I have just enough time to get in 3 holes of golf and 4 innings of baseball before I have to go to bed.