Like real skateboarders, video game skateboarders have crews.
My crew keeps vigil, as do I, anxiously awaiting the next "900 transfer" by the player controlling "the Hawk" himself. Sure, it hasn't happened yet, but that's what makes having a crew all the more important. I draw on the strength of my fellow skaters to pull me through, and |'m there for them. Thick or thin, better or worse. There are no Kobes or Shaquilles in our crew.
It's as much of a team sport as any other at Harvard, but without the aggravating trips to the Murr and hassling calls by sports reporters.
This somewhat pathetic rant can easily be viewed a very bored student embittered by harsh realities. And so what if it is.
Maybe I'm bitter that I don't have DHA's. Maybe I'm angry that I found time to pull myself away from Tony Hawk long enough to study 180 "Alexander the Great" slides crammed with more insignificant detail than Dennis Miller's commentary, only to have my final turned into a Wesley Snipes action movie.
Either way, I've already wasted too much time trying to explain "sport". Good luck with Hawk, or Madden 2000, or NFL Blitz. I know how it is….