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7.14.2005

Gamecube, 2hrs Later


Last night, I went up to change clothes and to play Gamecube with my 9-yr-old son - something I'd been promising, something I'd been putting off. I enjoy video games, and the system is "mine" anyway, but he's into far more than I have ever been, and I know he'd just kick my tail in anything we'd play. But he had a new game rental, I had "nothing better to do", and knew that I could enjoy a little time before getting some work-at-home work done later in the evening.

Two hours later, and it's after 9pm, and it's almost bedtime, and I've still got a couple of hours of work (why I was posting so late/early), and... and I enjoyed playing a whole party game with him. He told me about all the creatures, the mini-games he'd played already, how to do the practice rounds so we'd do okay in the real battles (Mario Party 5). He was in his element, and I thoroughly enjoyed just being there - and getting my tail kicked. Very humbling to have a job, a college degree, a mortgage - and still get beat by your kid in a game. Very cool spending time, quality and quantity, with my boy. I'll need more coffee next time, though.

7 Comments:

Blogger Out Of Jersey said...

At least your son didn't talk trash like my friends kid did.

14/7/05 1:47 PM  
Blogger Elson - son of El (El means God in hebrew) said...

i posted something on ur post about sin thing................... the date is 13 of july entry :)

14/7/05 2:44 PM  
Blogger Rick said...

rev - we were both talking smack - the fun part!

and sonofEl - thanks!

14/7/05 3:17 PM  
Blogger Anita said...

Hee hee - - I can relate to this post completely! I play Gamecube all the time and really don't mind my kids beating me. But, my 10 year old plays chess and KILLS me everytime. Now that is frustrating.

14/7/05 4:11 PM  
Blogger Rick said...

ooooh no - i don't think my ego could take that hit. not yet anyway!

14/7/05 4:14 PM  
Blogger Out Of Jersey said...

Anyone else remember when games were 2 colors and so blocky that nothing had any discernable characteristics?

14/7/05 4:15 PM  
Blogger Lee said...

My oldest son whips me on the Nintendo GameCube but I school him on Ms. Pac-Man.

14/7/05 10:04 PM  

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