It's a lazy Sunday afternoon. The wife is taking a nap, my daughter is at Gammie's house (Translation: Grandma's house), which means my sons are usually holed up playing a video game of some sort in their room while I do the same in the confines of my glorious den. Before I decide to jump online to see who's on to issue a challenge or bullshit on chat, I peek my head in the boys room to see what they're playing, as they are making quite the ruckus. Normally I'll let them be as loud as they want to be, but having the old lady sleeping means I get to play my games uninterrupted without any semblance of a "Honey do list" materializing out of thin air for me to tackle.

So again peeking my head in their room to basically tell them to keep it down, I notice they're playing Samurai Showdown II on their Wii. Welllll... this should be interesting to see. I pretty much have groomed my boys on the fine art of 2-D fighting, my fourteen year old, Tyler can hold his own against me in any Capcom Fighting game. His favorite, just like his old man, is Third Strike. And when we tussle... we tussle. He's beaten me a couple of times but the majority of the time, I win. Hard earned wins, I might add. Lately his winning percentage is creeping on up. I must be more diligent in my practices to utterly crush him as he's getting cocky.



Which leads me to my nine year old son, Logan. I generally don't play with him too many times in fighting games because I only play one way. That's to win. My oldest son can take losses with a grin and steps back into the arena, ready to take me down. Logan has a different M.O., he gets upset with me, fumes silently, and looks like he genuinely wants to stab me in my sleep (note to self: take that boy to a shrink).

The reason for this long winded prologue is that after I told both of them to keep it down, I noticed that Logan just finished beating Tyler. ??? My oldest is like me, in the regard that he plays to win at all costs too. He doesn't let anybody when, even his little brother, just to be nice. Surprised at my Logan's victory I laughed at my eldest and told him you got owned by your little brother , gave Logan a high five and laughed some more. To which my oldest said why don't you play him dad. I looked at Tyler and proceeded to issue an excuse as to why not when Logan angelically said:

"I'll kick your butt too Daddy. You don't want none of this."

O'RLY??

Excuse cut short from my mouth, I accepted the challenge, picked up the Virtual controller, and picked Nicotine. He picked Jubei. Now before I continue I must acknowledge that I haven't played Samurai Showdown II in quite some while. *cough* What happened next was like a nightmare. We fought four matches. Out of those four matches, I won one round, at best. My nine year old son, my baby faced son, who I remember changing his stinky diapers, and feeding him in a high chair not so long ago, whose favorite toy in the whole world no matter what I got him, was an EMPTY BOX (the boy was weird) just handed me my ass in SSII !! It wasn't like he was just mashing buttons either, he was using Jubei's ground flash, and when I would jump over it , he would use that uppercut slash. Not only that but any time I got near him he would use Jubei's cheap ass stabbing motion that he does, like Chun-Li's lighting kick.



I finally laid the controller down, tried to block the laughter of my oldest son Tyler, and gave Logan a hug and told him:

"Good fights, Logan. You are getting better!"

To which he said I know and smiled sheepishly. I left the room fuming silently, in the back of my mind thinking I need to take him out while he's sleeping. As I closed the door I heard my oldest saying something like You owned him dude!, followed by more laughter.





Jesus, I'm getting old.