My Mom and Dad finally shelled out for a Wii....

we played it all day yesterday. Me and Carty played more today. We played mostly golf, baseball, boxing and tennis. It's very addicting. It also causes you to use muscles the you don't know you even have. I'm sore as can be. I'm dire need or massage. And I mean a real massage. Not one of those kind you get at one of these Asian joints on Industrial. Not that those kind of massages can't come in handy sometimes. Get it, handy!! Can anybody remember when a male could tell somebody that they were going to get a massage with having to put a disclaimer in that it was a massage and only a massage. I can't. It had to be well before I was born. I like to be accurate in my blog, so I did some research to find out when this change took place. I couldn't find it. There is not much documentation on the history of the Happy Ending Massage. Anyway, back to the Wii. It can be pretty dangerous. When we first started playing baseball Carty thought that the Wii could capture your running movements as we'll as your hands. He learned the hard way it doesn't. We pulled the coffee table from the middle of the room where we thought it was out of the way. Shorty after Carty ran full speed into it while he was trying to run down a fly ball I hit into the right-center field alley. He bruised his ribs. Your supposed to use the little joy stick to move the fielder. Carty didn't know that. The little computer Ichiro was just standing there. I got an easy triple. I didn't come out unscathed either. Carty accidentally whacked me in the head with a backhand return when playing tennis. Carty takes his tennis seriously. He was calling himself John CatEnroe. He wore a headband and kept yelling "you cant be serious" everytime a call went against him. I can't say the games give an actual representation of ones skill at a sport if it were played in real life. For example Me and Carty played a round of golf as a threesome with the computer Tiger Woods. I beat Tiger but I got beat by Carty? That bastard shot a 67. He was dropping putts from everywhere. With bruised ribs! The Wii also confirmed my theory that my Dad and Carty like bowling just for the stale beer and powered cheese nachos. They bowled a game against each other and they were lost without it. After each roll they would turn around to walk back to the table to take a swig and grab a bite only to see it wasn't there. Their games were way off. Even my Mama beat my Dad at bowling while talking to my grandma on the phone. My Mama mostly played a game called "Cooking Mama". A cooking game obviously. It's one of those games with Japanese origins but has been adapted for America. Except they didn't quite adapt it all the way, so the voice on the game is a stereotypical Asian voice. With all the technology and money they invest in these games you would think they could consult with an American interpreter to make sure proper English is spoken. It says things like "I will help for you". What the hell does that mean? I was anxiously waiting for it to tell me "me love you long time". It never did. Maybe it will say for me in next year version.