Da Wii

Friday we got the Wii.  On my lunch hour I took a stroll to the local Gamestop.  Right there, inside the door was a giant “IN STOCK NOW!” poster, which I (correctly) deduced meant the Wii.  I promptly called the Man, “I think the Wii’s instock.  Ton’s of people are here.  I can’t ask a salesperson.  You better get down here.”  And he did.  And we purchased.  Our lives are complete.

After work, I immediately went home and challenged the Man to every game we had.  I beat him at golf and bowling.  He kicked my insignificant Mii butt at all of the other games.  Regardless, I’m the 1811 Wii Bowling and Wii Golf Champion.

And…drum roll please…

I’m the 1811 Wii BOXING Champion as well.  Betcha didn’t see that coming.

I’ve been practicing.  I love the boxing.  It is my favorite, and I’m surprisingly good.  I did lose a few times.  Saturday I cahllenged the Man after we had both consumed copious amounts of wine and liquor. Supposedly it was a four-punch knockout.  I may have bee inebriated, and therefore so was my Mii, and I don't recall.  But I'm good now.  So good, in fact, that when the Man challenged me to a match, (after I was sitting on the couch bragging, “Oh, she knocked you to the mat.  No one’s knocked me to the mat.  Hmm.”) I beat him.  Four times.  In a row.  Back-to-back-to-back-to-back.  In case you weren’t counting, that’s four.

It’s a major victory for me.  Because I’m inept.  Watching me play Wii, you’d be surprised to learn that, yes, my eyes and my hands are on the same body and are operated by one single brain, but no, I cannot get them to coordinate.  Half the time I can barely get the Wii remote hand-thingy on the screen to select Wii boxing.  I’m pointing at the freaking orchid or something, definitely not the screen.  I don’t know.  No hand/eye coordination. 

So when the Man says, “You’re throwing punches I don’t know how to throw”, I get a little prideful.  Ok, pompous.  Whatev.

I really wish I had some Fleur/Wii action shots.  I bet I look totally rad.

We played the tank game, on WiiPlay, I think, and I kept blowing myself up.  As in laying bombs (are they bombs?  I don’t even know the lingo) and not moving.  I’d maneuver into missiles, not out of the way.  Major skill. 

It’s definitely fun.  My girly boxing muscles hurt (w-i-m-p) and it’s so worth it.  In the near future, we hope to get Wii Mario Cart.  I’d love it!  The Man’s gonna get some shoot ‘em up bang-bang games, that I will probably not touch because I’m not a good aimer and I’d give myself motion sickness.  The Wii does not appreciate projectile vomiting.