I happened to notice a box on the top shelf in the closet the other day...a PlayStation-2 box. It turned out to be empty.
But it sure brought back a lot of memories...
I
can’t believe how far video games have progressed in just the past few years. I still can remember the first video game we purchased way back in the Dark Ages. It was called Pong and featured
two on-screen paddles and a ball. All the players had to do was hit the ball back and
forth, nothing else. Talk about boring. And the next games had stick figures doing battle. They moved around like robots and had limited
capabilities, such as being able to move only left and right or up and down.
Today’s
games are so realistic, the on-screen characters can do everything, and much more, than real people can. Believe me, if my late husband were still alive
today, he would be as excited as a rottweiler in a butcher shop to see just how
advanced the games have become.
But
back during the early years of the video-game craze, he actually had no interest in
any of it. I, unfortunately, changed all of that.
It
all began when I read an article that said home-video games could greatly
relieve stress. According to the article, not only did the newer games back
then involve a lot of careful planning and strategy, they also allowed people
to relieve their tension by seeking out and destroying enemy forces. Seeing
that my husband was under a good deal of stress at work, I thought a
PlayStation (or a long vacation on a tropical island somewhere) might be the
perfect solution for him…only because it was the cheaper of the two options.
Knowing
about as much about video games as I did about building my own missile
launcher, I headed to the store. The clerk was very helpful, even suggesting
the most popular games and accessories to go with the PlayStation system. I
arrived home about $250 poorer, but with high hopes. To my disappointment, my
purchases were met with less than wild enthusiasm.
“I
don’t know when I’ll ever have time to use a PlayStation,” my husband said, eyeing the box critically. “I just have too much work.”
“But
that’s the whole point,” I protested. “I bought it to take your mind off work.”
The
next Saturday morning, he tried the two games I’d purchased - one featuring
killer zombies and the other, a shapely woman adventurer. He ended up yawning
halfway through them. The PlayStation was neatly put away in its box after
that, and I had a sinking feeling it never would see the light of day again.
Two
weeks later, however, as I was browsing in a department store, I happened
to spot a PlayStation game that seemed tailor-made for my husband. He’d
always told me that when he was a child, no game, toy or bike ever came close
to giving him as much pleasure as playing with his simple set of green plastic
toy soldiers.
Well,
sitting right there in a glass case in the store, was “Army Men,” a video game
featuring little green toy soldiers battling little tan toy soldiers. It also
was on sale for only $19.95 instead of the usual $39.95. So I snapped it up.
Just
as I’d hoped, when I presented the game to my husband, his eyes lit up like
100-watt bulbs. He immediately dug out the PlayStation and hooked it up. Within
minutes, he was so involved playing the game and leading his soldiers to
victory by capturing “Fort Plastico” (or whatever it was called), I ceased to
exist.
Hours
passed…then days, weeks and months (or so it seemed) and still he played.
“I just made it to another level!” he’d victoriously shout after completing each new
mission. Then he’d go on to another…and another. Of course, back then, in order
to play the game, he had to completely take over the TV set. I honestly began
to forget what a TV screen (without little tan and green soldiers running all
over it) looked like. I would have watched the TV in the bedroom, but it was so
old, every image on the screen was so distorted, all of the people looked as if they’d been
involved in some horrible, disfiguring accident.
“Only
one more game,” my husband would say at 8 o’clock every night. “I’m really
tired tonight.”
Whenever he’d say that,
I’d nearly jump up and cheer, foolishly believing it meant I’d actually get to
watch my favorite TV shows for the first time in ages.
Alas,
ten o’clock would come and go, and still my husband wouldn’t be any closer to
going to bed…or quitting his game. I figured if I ever wanted to see my TV
shows again, I’d have to go hang around in the TV department at Walmart and
watch them there.
“The
PlayStation is relieving my husband’s stress,” I kept telling myself, all the
while feeling more and more stressed myself. Then, one night, my husband came
out with something that caught me completely off guard.
“Did
you know that two people can play this game?” he asked. “Why don’t you grab one
of the controllers and play a game with me?
You can be the tan army, and I’ll be the green.”
“But
I don’t even know the first thing about it,” I protested.
“Don’t
worry, I’ll teach you,” he said.
Fool
that I was, I believed him.
Barely
one minute into the game, his little green soldier leapt out from behind a wall
and shot my tan soldier. My soldier groaned, then keeled over backwards and
landed with his feet up in the air.
I
glared at my husband.
Within
seconds, I had another tan soldier armed and ready to do battle. Once again, my
husband’s green soldier popped out of nowhere (this time, with a flame thrower)
and reduced my poor guy to a puddle of melted tan plastic. My husband cackled
fiendishly.
“I’ve
had enough of this game!” I snapped (gracious loser that I was), throwing the
controller down. “You’re too mean!”
“Oh,
all right,” he said. “I’ll go easy on you until you get the hang of it. Just
give it one more try, okay?”
Against
my better judgment, I played another game. This time, I put my soldier in a big
tank and went zooming toward the enemy lines, knocking over little plastic
trees and bushes in the process. When one of my husband’s soldiers suddenly
sprang up from behind a rock, I blasted him with the tank’s gun and kept right
on rolling.
My
husband looked openly shocked that I’d actually managed to aim at something and
hit it. With his mouth set in a straight line of determination, he sent in
another soldier. I promptly flattened him with my tank.
“Not
bad,” my husband said, though he had a distinct “revenge is mine” look on his
face. He then casually added, “By the way, there’s a big black spider crawling
down the wall right behind your head.”
I
laughed, not taking my eyes off the game. “Good try,” I said. “But you’re not
going to make me lose with a lousy trick like that!”
Even
though I didn’t break my concentration, my husband’s soldier managed to get his
little green mitts on a bazooka and blow most of my soldier away. His tiny
plastic feet were all that remained standing after my husband finally ran out
of ammunition.
“What am I supposed to do now?” I asked. “How can I shoot anyone when I have nothing left but
feet?”
“Your
soldier has to find a first-aid kit,” my husband answered. “It will magically
patch him up again. But I’ll tell you right now, my soldiers are carefully
guarding it, and I’ve surrounded it with land mines!”
I
was determined to find that darned first-aid kit, even though my soldier didn’t
even have a head to search for it with. Just as my soldier’s feet moved around
a pile of rocks, I happened to catch a glimpse of something running along the
arm of the sofa – on which my arm was resting as I played. It was the
aforementioned big black spider. I screamed and jumped to my feet, dropping the
game control unit in the process. My husband immediately seized the opportunity
to fling a grenade at my soldier’s feet and disintegrate them.
“Green Team Wins!” flashed across the TV
screen.
I
scowled at him. “That’s not fair! I had
interference!”
He
shrugged. “I warned you about that spider and you didn’t believe me. Besides that, all’s fair in love and war.”
I
told him exactly what he could do with his dumb old game. Undaunted, he
continued to play it alone, for hours on end. It finally got to the point where
I honestly was on the verge of taking a sledgehammer to the thing, until my
husband suddenly uttered the words I’d been longing to hear for at least two or
three centuries: “I’m getting sick of this game.”
I
watched in disbelief as he put the game back into its box and switched the TV
to an actual network program. Everyone in the TV shows looked as if they had
aged about 10 years, I hadn't seen them for so long.
Well,
I could NOT believe what one of the first commercials was (and I swear this is
the absolute truth!) a colorful advertisement for a brand NEW PlayStation Army Men
game, promising to be much more exciting and challenging! My husband left skid marks as he rushed to the store to buy it.
Mysteriously,
when he returned with his treasured purchase, his PlayStation didn’t work. No
matter what he did, he couldn’t get the new game – or any other game – to play on it.
Gee,
I can’t imagine what happened to it. 😉
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Sally Breslin is an award-winning syndicated humor columnist who has written regularly for newspapers and magazines all of her adult life. She is the author of several novels in a variety of genres, from humor and romance to science-fiction. Contact her at: sillysally@att.net.
