Ok, I finally broke down. I marched my butt over to Best Buy a couple days ago and bought the Wii. What can I say, those commercials with Tim Lincecum and his virtual twin got me.
We’ve got some pretty strict rules in the Mayne house about TV time and have never had a video games. I want the rats outside playing. Matter of fact, I have never played home video games. Never. Wait, take that back, I did play a little Pong on Atari back in the day.
But those graphics on the commercial got me. I never got a chance to hit against Lincecum and want badly to take him into the water at San Fran down the right field line. How else was this going to happen unless I bent the house rules a little bit? Furthermore, I don’t know if I ever got a hit off Randy Johnson. Now I’ve got the chance.
So we’ve only had the game for a day or so, but I give it two thumbs up. Super fun. Realistic. Fairly easy to learn but challenging. I really like it. Only problem is, my son came in the door from school yesterday, ran up to me and whispered in my ear “Wii” like he was a crack addict or something. And like a zombie, I followed him right to the TV.