My sister got a Wii a couple of weeks ago, and I tried it for the first time today.
Now, I know this is supposed to be a scholarly blog, and I usually do my best to comply with that guideline, but this entry is going to contain very little substance. None, in fact. I'm sorry, and I'll do better next time, but this has to be said:
Wii might be the coolest toy ever.
I played just about everything available to me, and it's really great because I kicked all kinds of ass at bowling and baseball and boxing and everything. I threw strikes all over the place, and KOed every person who crossed my path, and pretty much wiped the floor with my sister. Not that I dont usually, at most things in fact, but it was still really cool to confirm that I could take her virtually, as well as literally.
Anyway, Wii was some of the most fun I've had in a long time. There was an article in the Red Eye last week about how people play this system so much they loose serious weight, and I totally get why. If I didn't have a million other things to do, I'd Wii-exercise (Wii-xercise?) like crazy.
Every day, probably. First I'd do 30 minutes of DDR (the only other videogame pheonomenon I've subscribed to in my adult life), then I'd switch gears to Wii Sports for another 30 to pound homers out of the park, Billy Blanks be damned. I'm confident that if we all did this, we'd all look like Giselle. Even the boys.I remember when I was a kid and my parents got me one of those great Nintendo sports pads and I went nuts with it. Wii brings back some of those great memories of stomping my feet really hard in the same place over and over again, except with the added bonus of superior graphics and comparatively realistic sports action. I got sick of the Nintendo thing after a little while, but between you and me I'm glad that Wii belongs to my sister and not me, because let's just say I'd be doing a disproportional amont of homework for videogames class.
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