The Fantabulous Sport of Gaming
A few nights ago I was over a friend's house with ESPN on the tube
when, lo and behold, a segment on gaming as a sport began playing on
the television. Now, I'm no stranger to professional gamers. Back when
I played Counter-Strike, I frequented a server where professional
gamers (who are quite fond of whining when a "n00b" like myself
"accidentally" gets a headshot) played. A friend of mine's little
brother is planning on going down to Texas for the CPL (his clan's
sponsored by Red Bull, for Christ's sake). But this segment got me
thinking. They interviewed fatal1ty (what I wouldn't give to break
that kid's nose) and he started up on some pretentious bull that only
those who are completely delusional about their "occupation" can
manage to muster. I simply couldn't help but think, "Why the hell is
this a sport? Why does some dweeb to the nth degree make six digits
for wasting away in front of a computer screen or PS2 controller?"
Now, I have some respect for proper athletes. They have to tone their
bodies and focus their minds to play on the level they do. They have
been blessed with talent. With professional gamers, this simply isn't
so. At the CS server I frequented, I would be towards the top often
enough for it not to be a fluke, and I'm certainly not a professional
gamer. I've come to realize, by recognizing gaming as a sport, we do
nothing more than pat these people on the back for hiding from the
sun. My friend's little brother passed out in school once because he'd
come to the conclusion that he'd rather play his games than eat and
had been living in that manner for quite a few days. These people will
sit in their IRC channels waiting for their e-pals to get on, then
play themselves to death. I'd simply love to send one of these
knuckleheads home crying to his girlfriend simulator for wasting my
God damn precious time that could have been spent watching actual
sports instead of listening to why these kids are "skilled and
talented like athletes, just in a different way." I just hope that one
day, when HL2 comes out, I stumble across fatal1ty in a server
somewhere. I hope that I get a headshot or two, and I hope our match
ends with him prematurely leaving the server in disgust. Because I was
"hacking." Or because I'm "lucky." Just keep telling yourself that,
champ. If you can fool yourself into thinking you're an athlete, I'm
sure you'll fall for anything.
PS - I am apparently quite the angry person, and love nothing more
than taking it out on those who simply cannot retaliate.
PPS - The irony of me knowing anything about games and computers (and
even typing this rant on one) is not lost on me.
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The Enlightened Ayrab
(far from as enlightened as he thought)
I do not want people to be agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them - Jane Austen
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