Living Room of Dreams

Walking out of the cornfield the man asks, "Is this Heaven?"

"No it's Iowa." Field of Dreams. One of my favorite movies of all time. Kevin Costner has a love affair with baseball that really seems to be on the pulse of the game. I would say this is before Steroids, Congress, and 72 Million dollar contracts. I would suspect, and I could be wrong, but I get the feeling that Mr. Costner would be just as at home with a Double A Double Dip on a Tuesday afternoon, as he would box seats at Yankee Stadium.

So I'm sitting here contemplating the shame of icing my elbow and shoulder after playing several 3 inning games of Wii Baseball. But I remember, like it was just minutes ago (probably because it was) fouling off those seventeen pitches before going deep on the giant-headed armless lefty chic, who had proven to be so formidable those first two innings.

Me, I'm still trying to figure out the remote control's; but I am, and I mean I really am, the reason those things got a bracelet attached. In fact I'm the guy they added the locking clip for. Why? And you know the answer to this. Why? Because I'm that guy. You know. The fat guy, using accurate but clumsy form hurling himself from a full wind-up towards the big screen. I'm the guy who starts fast ball, goes curve, and then 2 splitters to close the deal. Listen to that for a minute. "fast ball, goes curve, and then 2 splitters to close the deal." Sounds like I'm the shit. At least I'm half right.

The shame of it all. The shame. I'm too out of shape to play Wii. But still, as I stand there looking at a Television I have no business affording, and I hit this virtual ball, and the joystick vibrates (insert Beavis and Butthead joke here), and makes the sweat sweat sound of the crack of a bat....... I tell ya what. For just a second it takes me back to better places, days, and childhood memories.

So I guess the question is, "Is this heaven?"
"Sadly: No, its Nintendo".