Un Fit

I would like to request that we remove the reference of Wii Fit under "What We Love."

This morning, I woke up very early to what I thought would be a happy day. The sun was shining, I ate some Cheerios with fresh strawberries, and there was more than enough time to begin Day 1 of my new summertime fitness regimen.

I should have gone for a run in my neighborhood, since there are no people in the streets at such an early hour. Instead, I decided to try out the new Wii Fit game.

After setting up my profile, I take a series of diagnostic tests. Wii tells me that my Wii Fit age is 52, and that my body is "18 years weaker than it should be". Wii tells me that it will help me through a program consisting of strengthening exercises in order to meet my fitness goals.

After hearing this news, I get right back into bed.

The only somewhat consoling factor is that KenTak3 takes the diagnostic test, and learns that his Wii Fit age is 42. So, he is still pretty weak, but not as weak as me!

Booooooo!

In summary: I do not love Wii Fit, and the feeling is mutual. So, how about we put a roasted chicken over there to the right instead?

Public Apology

This is my public apology to ET#2 and Evil for being a crab-apple on Friday. Further, even though it was my first time playing Rock Band, we managed to lose 8,000 fans in competition as "the Hosers" band, so I really feel responsible for bringing down the whole site and giving us a bad name among the Wii community.

On a separate note: why am I listed as the last Hoser? Shouldn't it be either alphabetical or by tenure? I feel like it's a little sexist - meaning that all the dudes are first, and even Bruno is before me. Sparkes makes some little clever banana peel comment and suddenly he moves up to third position?

Looks like I'm a little crabby again. Must be going through a rough patch.

Nerves are Starting to Take Hold

With just about 39 hours before Evil and I put it all out there for the good folks of Brooklyn to see I'm starting to feel some nerves. We haven't received our draw yet, but I can already visualize Evil and I cutting our way through the field of 128 to meet in the finals. Something about single elimination seems so cruel though. To think that after all that practice we might be eliminated before we know it by some dopey 12 year old with donut crumbs on his chin really makes you stop and appreciate what Roger Federer has done. It also makes you hate kids. I'll be wearing my all whites with blue wrist bands and my heart on my sleeve. Let's win one for The Hose, Evil.

Desperate Plea

KenTak3 has been playing doubles tennis Wii for several hours. He has two new friends he can't seem to separate from: a blond girl and stocky guy in green shirt. I don't think he knows I am home.

Help. Can someone please call here and ask to speak with KenTak3? Just chat with him about sports or gadgets. I just need a few minutes break from the swip, swip of the tennis balls.

ET#2, if you do it, I'll give you the Wii, and throw in the Carnival Games CD for free.