Wii-ni, Wii-di, Wii-ci

I came, I played, I kicked some major ASS!

Over the holidays my father and I played some Wii. Oops, did I say played? I meant had battle royales.

Yes my 60+ year old father simply HAD to have a Wii. Naturally I was the one to actually track one down (at my Targhetto) and gave it to him for his birthday.

It does go well with his 60″ Sony TV.

He now wants a Wii Fit of course, after sampling mine. But that’s another story.

This weekend we used his Wii and duked it out in all the sports. And in the boxing game, literally!

It was no contest in boxing, tennis, and baseball. I smoked his ass- and he got PISSED.

My father is MAJORLY competitive. Obsessively so. After I beat him in about five tennis games he played like TEN versus the computer so that he could improve.

I know SOME may say I’m majorly competitive too (no comments, Kyle), but around my father I come across as a veritable saint.

Sure I can get chippy if I lose a lot, but mostly I just appreciate having someone to actually play WITH for a change.

Anyway, We also played golf– both Wii sports AND his premium Tiger Woods edition. I tied him after 9 holes both times, and my dad is an avid golfer.

Shit, I even played Justin Rose vs him as Tiger and STILL managed a tie. And I’d never played the game before!

(And yes, I chose Justin because he’s a hottie.)

But what really chapped his ass was the bowling.

I am not the best Wii bowler, but managed to bear him in two of four games.

By the third game I was deliberately trying new throws and crap, just to learn what the game was capable of.

I had a lot of fun just playing the games. Especially on that huge fucking TV of his! And i think that, in his own hypercompetitive way, my dad had fun, too.

But you can be sure he will totally be practicing up so that he can open a can of whup-ass on me the next time we meet.