Explain me this.
Okay, that being said, online Playstation leagues are something else entirely, and I’m not sure I like them. Last night, Nick had a “game” at 8 p.m. It was his first league game of the “season” and he was scheduled to play with some random guy in some random city and he was pumped. At 8:40, they were in the third quarter and Nick was winning. But then, the unimaginable happened — our Internet service went down. “I still have the rest of the fourth quarter left to play and now I can’t even get in touch with the guy I was playing on Instant Messenger to let him know what happened,” Nick whined. (Well, he didn’t really whine, but I added it for emphasis).
Anyway, after much pacing by Nick and some guilty internal gloating from me, the Internet started working again and Nick was back at it. Only when I approached him this time to say goodnight, he snapped at me. I was like, “What, you’re not being very nice.” (I may have called him a jerk, but since I don’t really remember it exactly, why deliver half-truths?) And he was like “Just don’t talk to me, I’m losing right now.” And that’s when I decided that I abhor the Playstation and the online Playstation football league. If the Playstation didn’t also serve as our DVD player, I might be so inclined to accidentally step on it or to throw it away or to tell Gussy it’s his new toy — after unplugging it of course.
So I was thinking about what women do that can be compared to an online Playstation league, and I couldn’t come up with anything. We just don’t do that type of thing generally. I’m sure there are some women who love the Playstation, but I don’t know any and this is my blog and can be biased, so in my opinion, it’s a guy thing and I guess it’s just something I will never understand. And therefore, I will probably never like it.