my family room has become a Wii Arena

I type this with sore arms and back. Darn video games.

As an end-of-year bonus for the kids both doing so well in school, we got a Wii. The results of this game system are rather interesting.

Wii is a video game that uses a 3 axis controller to play the games. This forces you off the couch, swinging your controller around like a mad man chasing an imaginary fly. Or that is what I look like doing it anyway.

There is the predictable: I rule almost every game. Almost. Tennis is unbelievable fun. I stink at bowling and find golf unbelievably frustrating. I often work up a full sweat just playing around. I've been sore since day 2.

Then there is the quite unpredictable. Ian is amazing. His crazy New Zealand style bowling maneuver makes him the one to beat. He does this crazy over the head thing that is occasionally coupled with holding his, um, well, ah, his part. In a moment of desperation, I tried this technique and it did not work for me. Ian is also the boxing champ, his little fists o' fury are tough to contend with.

Reagan is quite good at baseball and an all around contender. Her Wii age is 79. Ians is 49. Mel is 50 something and I am 30. 20 is the ideal.

Already, I can sense the characters hate me. In baseball for example, they give me the stink eye when they throw me out, holding the glare just a little too long. Obviously, those at Nintendo read my blog.

Anyhow, that is what we are up to. The neighbors think we are nuts, as usual. Gotta go ice my shoulder...