I was eliminated from a 32-character tournament in Super Smash Bros, and now Jim’s finishing off the field. Just look at this concentration:
My fatigue seems to be going in waves. Not much soreness at all now; at this point the energy expenditure is more mental than anything else. We polished of an entire bag of Tostitos an hour or so ago; perhaps that has something to do with it. I was able to modify my grip on the controller so that there’s practically no fatigue on my right ring finger anymore.
So far I think my favorite game has to be Madden 2005. Does that have anything to do with the fact it’s the only game I can consistently defeat him in? Of course not — I would never be so vain as to put my success over the chance for my son to feel “empowered.”
I had to change the title of this post to “almost halfway there”: I forgot we started at 5:00, not 4:00. Still 13.5 hours of this to go!