I think I mentioned that Santa brought a Wii for Christmas. Let's be frank: I suck at it. Like really suckety suck suck suck. Except for boxing, which is probably disturbing. Yesterday, Finn destroyed me by, like, 20 pins in bowling. And then crushed me at golf. Tennis? I've never made contact with the ball yet. It's so humbling to be beat by a 6-year-old.
I was trying to coach Finn in bowling because he has a rather unorthodox throw. Let's just say if we were really in a bowling alley, whoever is sitting behind him would be in serious jeopardy of losing their head. That's when I realized he was beating me and that I'd better start emulating his wild throwing. I did and got my first strike. Apparently you don't actually take the proper sports stance with the Wii. Flailing around wildly seems to bring better results.
We don't have the Wii Fit, but there is some sort of tool/demeaning torture device on the basic Wii Sports that lets you test your fitness level. The boys have been taking the "test" for fun to see how old the Wii says they are. I think it mostly gauges how fast your reaction time is and stuff. So I thought I'd take a stab at it. I actually connected with the tennis balls. I hit three homeruns. I thought I was going to get a Wii age of about 25. I was psyched.
The result? Apparently I'm 59.
I hate the Wii. I'm sending it back to Santa. Either that or I'm going to play the Wii all day tomorrow so I can beat the kids at everything by the time they get home after school. Not that I'm competitive or anything.