lemme at cha.

The Wii is perhaps the most technologically advanced and graphically amazing game system in history. Not only does it have really fun games, it also provides a discrete way of exercise, mainly in the arm region.

And I, mind you, do my best to avoid any type of exercise unless I'm having a rare moment of self-motivation.

Wii Sports, ironically, is my favorite game for the Wii. It has tennis, baseball, bowling, boxing, and, unfortunately, golf (for which I have no patience nor understanding).



Two days ago, I decided to try boxing for the first time. Generally when playing one of the sports for the first time, it'll go through a sequence of showing you how to play and control your Mii (player). I tried to speed it up and my enthusiasm for the game needed no pushing.

I was in the ring (or more of my person) and I was up against a mean looking dude with no hair and big eyes. I growled. Make my day, bucko.

I gripped the two controllers and started throwing my fists in the air, punching wildly. I can imagine what I looked like, arms flailing wildly.

"IN THE FACE! DIE! PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE!" I screamed, leaping around the room. I was beating this wimp to a pulp.

"E," Catherine's voice sounded slightly amused, the point of which I ignored her.

"DIE!" I shrieked again, giving him a blow to the face. Muaha. E, the dominate ruler. I'll own your soul, pig.

"E, it hasn't started yet."

"What?" I snapped, irritated how she was interrupting my winning.

"It hasn't started yet. It's showing you what to do."

I stopped, looking at the now still players on the screen, as if they were chatting all this time about daisies and such.

"Oh."