TV shows and even literature is crammed with the old saying, “you may be younger, but I am wiser.” I laughed off the statement until very recently, when my kids started whipping me at video games. Suddenly their youthful reflexes and energy mattered in a most terrible way, and I, once lord of the digital realm, could be felled by a lowly X button. Our latest arena is the hallowed temples of Fifa 13. I managed to get the better of the 5 year old, but that is where the beating ends. Presently the 7 yr old sits atop the Synthetic Leather Throne. He defeated all comers with his mighty Juventus (who you all may know as owning the player who Suarez went all Mike Tyson on yesterday). I was ranked 3rd for a spell but rediscovered the power of research and with that regained the throne.
Then the kid whipped me again. Now i’m back to two and fearing a challenge from the 9 yr old in the 3 spot.
Games used to be fun. Nowadays it is mortal combat. Kid v. Kid. Father v. son. As much as I love them I want to destroy them on the pitch. Fathers are supposed to be able to teach their kids new things. Where does it say the teaching stops at 7 and there on after the beatings begin? So, I’m back to research. Practicing, scraping through videos, learning the ins and outs of the game and of the teams. They may be younger, but I am wiser. Indeed I plan to teach them a thing or two about being quick on the sticks. It might take me a little longer to get to the level they achieve almost instantly, but I bet my long term growth is going to be something to see.
They got game, but I gotta win.