Game Over!

Shortly before Christmas I suffered from a brief moment of insanity and bought a Wii for me and Brent. It happened after I bought a Wii for my sister's family for Christmas. I made it about a week, staring at the Wii, before I had my break with reality and decided dammit, we needed a Wii too. (Keep in mind, I haven't had a video game system since the Super Nintendo, and I have no real interest in video games. Brent, on the other hand - LOVES video games.) Since we've had the Wii, Brent and I have spent a majority of our time downloading and playing old school Nintendo and Super Nintendo games rather than playing games specifically created for the Wii, although I did buy NHL 2K9 at the same time I bought the game system. As fabulous as NHL 2K9 is, the game we have played the most is the one and only Dr. Mario. Many a late night we have stayed up competing against each other in this often frustrating but nevertheless thrill of a puzzle game, starting at level 0 and not stopping until we have completed level 20. Now, as Brent can tell you, I am anything but a good loser. I am constantly complaining and yelling every time he does something to cause extra blocks to fall on my playing field. Nothing is worse, though, than losing by a matter of a milisecond, such as in the picture above. I am P2 (Chuck Norris), and Brent is P1 (Steve Urkel). I had been ahead in this game and about to win (I swear Brent had at least three or four viruses left to clear when I was getting ready to clear my final virus), when all of a sudden he had cleared his screen. I was honestly in shock.

(Not to mention lucky I was wearing the wrist strap on the remote. *laugh*)