Recently, I had my first interaction with the Nintendo Wii.
It took me a long time to overcome my fears and anxiety about playing, especially in front of others. I was intimidated by the Wii’s advanced features and innovative approach to the game controls. I’ve always been the old school NES down, right, left, right, A, B kind of guy. And I know there’s all that talk about how easy it is to use. I’ve seen the YouTube video of the dog playing Wii against the cat. But, I’ve never been able to move past 1987 when it comes to video gaming. (I don’t count Guitar Hero or Singstar for PS2 because, well, they don’t require a lot of actual gaming.)
All of my reservations held true. I played Mario Party, which I found not only minimally entertaining, but I didn’t quite get how you changed up the Wii controller depending on the various activities. I was embarrassed by my lack of adaptability, and they were frustrated with my inquiring about why things were the way they were, and how they worked and so forth. I left feeling defeated, and promised myself that I just wouldn’t play Wii moving forward.
But I just can’t escape the Wii. Just yesterday, we were invited by one of Liz’s co-teachers to her condo association’s barbecue and Wii bowling party. While it’s a great, free event, I’m afraid that it comes at the cost of showing just how Wiitarded I really am. Maybe I’ll drown my sorrows in the culinary spread and steer clear of the Wii entirely.
More potato salad, please.
I am Wiitarded too!
Left by Brent on May 7th, 2008