Growing up, I tried to get in to video games — I really did.
I’d get together with my buddies on a Friday night to play “Halo” or “Super Smash Bros.” For as much effort as I put forth, quickly and in the right order, I couldn’t ever get my fingers to do the things my brain was telling ‘em to do.
By chance, have you seen that episode of “The Office” where Jim’s playing “Call of Duty” with his co-workers at the Stamford branch? If you haven’t, check it out — this was my harsh reality:
Just like Jim, if any kind of gun was ever in my possession in one of those uber violent “killing” games, I’d get stuck in a corner, unable to turn around and actually use it.