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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.


Blogger The Cubicle Reverend 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 The Cubicle Reverend 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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