As one can see from the lateness of the hour of this post, it’s bedtime (at least, it is by my sleepcycle). Before going to bed, I’ve indulged in a bit of Wii-ercise, having not had the chance to get any real-world exercise for a while. I’ve just lost a best of three tennis match 2-0, then won the best of 5 rematch 3-2. The point of this post is to observe how odd it is to feel a great sense of accomplishment at beating two expressionless, poorly animated gimps at a reasonably-approximated game of tennis. I should probably get out more.
A question I have for anyone who has ever played Wii tennis, while I’m on the subject: What is the dude who appears to be my clone doing up at the net? He never even tries to hit the ball. I’d like to think I could find a better tennis partner than that worthless scrounger – sadly he appears to be related to me…