I used to think I was pretty good at Street Fighter II. I got it, along with a Super Nintendo, one glorious Christmas morning in the 90s, and I played that bad boy until my thumbs looked like Peyton Manning's forehead and my parents started to wonder if they made a very grave mistake buying their baby boy such an addictive machine. My favorite character was Guile; I was kind of an army nut at the time, and he just looked so badass. I learned all the moves, figured out all the combos, and Sonic Boomed and Flash Kicked my way into what I thought was immortality.
Patriots vs. Dolphins: Fan Notes from the Game
