Chris is a video game junkie. He’s not the kind that ignores all other obligations in order to play them, but he’s almost that kind. Usually, he plays after I go to bed at night. And he loves it. Loves it. Its his time to shine. Its just him and his nunchucks, baby.
And he’s not loyal to one game or even one gaming system (see how down I am with the video game lingo?). We have a Nintendo 1 and 2, a Playstation 2 and 3, and most recently a Nintendo Wii. He’s an equal opportunity gamer.
Normally, I try to ignore his addiction. I find its usually better if the wife just turns her head sometimes, right? But lately its been getting hard. Because Chris has found a new game. An new nemesis.
The Wii Fit Age Test.
The Fit Age Test (and that might not be the actual name, but I think its close…) is played on the Wii and is a series of games you play that test your skill levels of balance, strength, and stamina. Don’t ask me. It doesn’t make any sense at all. But that’s what the game does. Once you’ve played the levels and different games, the Wii spits our your “Wii age” according to your fitness level.
The first time Chris played this two weeks ago, he came in at age 57. He went crazy. I thought he was going to have a heart attack. Or spontaneously grow a hemroid. Or apply for an AARP membership.
He immediately went to take the fit test again, but they only let you take it once a day. So that it seems more medically sound, I’m guessing. But more likely its so that people like Chris don’t get so mad that they throw their Wii out the window.
So, every day since then Chris has been standing in front of our living room television bowling, golfing, playing tennis and baseball. He is a man on a mission. So far he’s down to age 35, but that’s not enough. It will never be enough.
By the time the Wii says Chris is actually 25 years old, I’ll probably be 46 with 3 kids.
And probably a new husband.