Major League Geeking

Nicole called me this morning to tell me that the Major League Gaming series was on USA this morning. With a snarky lip curl, I reluctantly turned it on. Almost immediately I knew I wasn't a fan and part of it has to do with my hatred for *cough* pro-sports *cough* in general.

The reason I don't like professional sports players is that they are so freakin' good. The only reason I would call myself a baller is that I'm a human and I was genetically given two. I may also call shots, but that's only after debate with my wife.

But with this Major League Gaming the "pro" title is handed out to people that live in obscurity and quite possibly have the ability to solve the CIA's Kryptos with a sniper rifle and a grenade. For instance, during a commercial, one of the team finalists gave a Halo 2 tip for getting a rocket launcher and it included shooting a window out and looking for stars. I don't even want to know how that trick started.

But it gets better. During the shows "here's what happened so far" history of the competition they showed a clip from a ctf game wherein the flag carrier, who knew he wouldn't be able to jump up to a high ledge, jumped up to the home base where at the highest point in his airborne arc dropped the flag with enough momentum for it to reach the ledge. These two things would never cross a mere mortals mind.

But I'm not upgrading these thumb jocks to ascended status just yet though. Their skillz in a public area are still in need of a check to the head. The hockey kind. Just when you think they are fully concentrated and communicating well with each other, one of them, probably the team "leader" will grunt out something with a mixture of geeky team pep and mother's basement angst.