Lamenting Hyrule

Why can’t video games be remembered and appreciated for what they were? I suppose every generation says this, for the Atari, Sega, Nintendo, Playstation, etc. even the GameBoy, but man do I miss those days where the video games of my youth were not some plot-less slasher, or a way to steal cars or teabag your fallen foes (although those certainly existed then and do more-so these days). Hands-down my top three video games were always Zelda: Ocarina of Time, Kingdom Hearts, and Final Fantasy X – and boy do I miss them.

Recently I’ve thought about reviving them, repurchasing an N64 or even setting up the Wii to download Zelda, or getting a PS2 … but then I play Civilization instead, because I still have the newest version on my laptop, too lazy to buy the old games, and smart enough to realize I don’t have the time to play them like I used to. Sure, there’s the old Mario Kart which has been readapted for the Wii that I can still play, and I know there are constantly new RPGs coming out every year, but somehow it’s not the same. Somehow not playing as Link, Sora, or Tidus – not using the Keyblade, or playing Blitzball, or storming into the temples in Spira just seems empty.

There are things about our childhood that we treasure simply because it always holds a special place in our hearts. Much like the book series of Ender’s Game, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Chronicles of Narnia touched me at that young age, so did these games. Not the games that were vulgar enough to corrupt me as such a young girl, but games that were good vs. evil, games where you had to actually use your head (or your guidebook for those lucky people..) to figure it out and outsmart the enemy – who was somehow always bigger, stronger, and more numerous! As we grow up I think we lose track of the bigger picture in life because we’re so caught up in the now – how many drinks we’re going to have every weekend, how many times we’ve updated our Facebook or checked Twitter..

Sometimes it takes a fantasy world to remind us of our own life and that it’s bigger than we think it is – or it can be if we let it. Also, this post has now prompted me to go enjoy my childhood memories!


Any Given Sunday

Have you ever felt like you just weren’t meant to do something? I mean to the point where it’s challenging fate to even suggest it? Well…that’s how I am about sports. Now, when I was growing up I had some particular issues with athletic activities, outdoor activities, any sort of sports-related behavior and/or training. I tried just about everything there was.

My dad trying to teach me how to fish. It wasn't successful. And no, I didn't catch a fish.

Soccer was okay, Lacrosse was slightly better but much scarier (as I will explain), track was equally as difficult, but swimming was the best. Just me and the water – what could go wrong? Given that I was quite the daredevil as a child, the danger didn’t bother me. In fact, I welcomed the risk: BRING IT ON.

Okay so don't bring on the cold...because that IS scary..

But…the real problem was my vision. I mean, it was rough. I don’t know if any of you wear glasses or contacts, but the average prescription is around -2 to -2.5 (I don’t know actually, I completely made this up from talking to like 2 people who have worn contacts..). MINE on the other hand was an astounding 6/6.5, with a larger diameter (since I have scary huge eyes apparently) than most brands make. So of course being that young, my glasses left something to be desired. A lot, actually. I mean just LOOK at them!

But wait, you argue, they look so cute! Well yeah…but imagine trying to play soccer in those things. To keep track of everyone else on the field while still looking at the ball. I’m talking negative peripheral vision. I couldn’t see a darn thing. In fact, when I played lacrosse I didn’t even realize the ball was coming my way until it was too late and I was hit, smack in the middle of my face. In the cold. it was probably raining, I don’t know I blocked it out.

It may have gone something like this...except my hands weren't as effective at blocking

Needless to say, I gave up on that need in my life. It’s for bigger and better people than me. But that doesn’t mean I still don’t make worthy attempts to stay up on sports anyway. I just graduated from Maryland, and yes, I did of course attend the Duke games, or as many of them as I could which wasn’t nearly enough to brag about. And yes, I did of course follow the crowds into the ensuing riots because apparently Maryland students are known for rioting about pointless things and I couldn’t very well have gone to school there without becoming one of those hopeless fans. But since I’ve been home, my life has been filled with a new adventure.

This morning I got up and reluctantly went on the internet to check up on the box for my current fantasy football match up for the week. I say reluctantly because frankly, my team is struggling. I thought I could do it, I really did. What made me think so I’m not totally sure, but the effort was most certainly there, and I deserve a few bonus points for that! I have to say, I’m a Bills fan. And when I lost the other week because my opponent had Fred Jackson and Buffalo won, I was pretty torn. However, such is my thirst to win fantasy that I immediately cursed the Bills for even thinking of doing better in their scores! How dare they try to win! But of course, their win was my loss. Sports triumph once again. This week however, I’ve stepped it up. As my title claims, on any given Sunday (or Monday I suppose…or really, any day of the week) things can change! Things have changed! And maybe it’s not too late to claim my place as a Sports Fan. No…that might be too daring. Perhaps just a good team player.