Across the valleys and through the looking glass, I went to Grandma's house. She was baking cookies and yelling at me for not visiting enough. Grandpa was in the other room, holding a beer begrudgingly because it was warm.

Out of my backpack came the Nintendo Wii.

"What's that?" My grandfather murmured.

"Grandpa!? I didn't see you there in the shadows. Please don't scare me. This, oh this is a Nintendo Wii!"

He stared at me with such ferocity, that I had to avert my eyes from his.

"A what?"

"It's a gaming system." Quickly, the image of the old man holding the Wii-mote came to mind. Nintendo can't be wrong about such a phenomenon. I mean, if one old man can do it, then my grandfather should be able to.

"Here, try it out!"

The beer didn't leave his left hand, so his right hand held the Wii-mote. He flailed with the eagerness of the freshman trying to impress the Seniors on the first day of school. I told him that he was playing a tennis game, but he kept insisting that he was stuck in a forcefield.

"Grandpa, you have to hit the ball over -"

"Don't tell me how to play a game that I invented."

And my grandfather took all three matches. I learned a lot about grand dad that day. One, he can swing a mean virtual tennis racked. Second, his beer is more precious than all of his grandchildren. I haven't been able to get my Nintendo Wii from my grandfather.



This isnt' my grandfather. Actually, my grand dad wouldn't let anyone in the living room when he's playing Wii Sports. He won't let me take a picture, but you get the general idea. My grandfather can beat yours.