Wii Thanksgiving

I brought the Wii with me on Thanksgiving. Or maybe I should say that the Wii brought me. It was a hit.

How many rounds of boxing did my brother-in-law and cousin-in-law eventually insist on playing against one another? Best of 3? Try best of seven.

In the first two fights they managed to keep their shirts on. Some wild exertions, but no real sweat or lethargy. They were still fresh and eager for more. I don't know what kind of issues they were resolving through the conflict, but you could see it in each of their eyes: there was no going back, it was time to be an animal.

Who took off their shirt or sweater first is a question of history, all I can provide you though is a tale of two titans, pugilistic, ham-fisted warriors, who could not breathe until the other man lay lifeless at his feet. It was epic. Neither could lift his arms after, the weight of the sweat and the meat was too much.

Everyone was laughing at the spectacle of the fight, and the line grew too. I don't know if it actually held up Turkey Time, but the cook was watching the games for awhile. Everyone laid in to the Wii with their hands, fists or rackets. More than one person said that they'd buy one after they heard how low the price was. Everyone said they couldn't believe the controls until they actually used it; "amazing" was the most frequent word. It was a lot of fun, it was a good time with family.


Happy Holiday