FULL EPISODE: X-Play - Purgatoria Slugger (12.2.09)
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FULL EPISODE: X-Play - Purgatoria Slugger (12.2.09)
Let’s dance, boys!
The Taste of Victory
The Brewers and I beat my roommate's- we'll call him Lon Decker- Giants in a heated game of MLB 2K10 tonight and it would be a lie to say that it didn't feel most wonderful. Howsoever, I find myself in a quandary. Why did it feel so great? It's hard to quantify. Actually, there are more reasons to feel shame than anything resembling joy, but shame is completely absent from my being. I wonder why that is.
It is a game, just a game.
I in no way physically bested my opponent. I am supremely mediocre at all things sporting related. The players aren't even virtual representations of myself. They look (kind of) like real MLB players- all of whom I imagine don't have a whole lot of time set aside for gaming. In fact, I was able to enjoy a glass of red wine during the match up. Nice.
Is it because the real life Brewers suck right now?
Maybe.
I have a lot more play time than Lonny. Should I still feel good about the win?
Probly not. I shouldn't be rewarded for spending the most amount of time not accomplishing real life goals and achievements. That would be like if they gave out money to the person that could text the fastest. Oh wait.
I won the House Baseball Championship Belt. That's GOTTA be worth something right?!?!?
Well, yes and no. The idea is pretty cool,but this belt isn't even an inanimate object. That is to to say it doesn't really exist ... at all.
WHY THEN, WHY?!
I think it stems from generations of primal maleness. While my ancestors bested each other in good-hearted bouts of fisticuffs and excelling in the business world, generation Y has been reduced to living and dying by the swords of wireless controllers. We still feel the thrill of a good whooping and the sharp agony of defeat, but it's ... it's hard to say ... ahhhhh! ... reaching for a good word ... different. Until it once again becomes socially acceptable to challenge a man to a duel for the hand of a prominent family's virginal daughter or just easier to get a good job after graduating from college, this will have to do.
I don't sleep anymore,
All I ever do is play MLB 2K10.
Fuck yeah Braves!