A piece that began as a simple assignment in my feature writing class turned into one of the most draining stories I’ve ever worked on. The labor bore fruit though as this piece was featured in The Minaret‘s tech magazine and was also featured on USA Today | College. (See January 10.)
24 Hours to Game
I sat, on my couch, feeling disappointed. I passed into coverage and ran into blitzes, I couldn’t convert on 3rd down and my defense had more holes than the oldest pair of socks in my drawer. I was 15 minutes in and down 24 points.
I sat, less than halfway through my first game of Madden, losing by four scores, and I pondered what I had gotten myself into. I sat, a disheveled mess in a baggy t-shirt and baggy white basketball shorts on my school-provided couch. All I could ask myself was “how can you do this?” “Twenty-three and a half more hours?”
I wouldn’t call myself athletic, but I’m closer to that than a couch potato. I’m active. I’m involved in the theatre and I’m a sports writer. I’ll walk before I drive if I can. I grew up playing baseball and football and moving around on a stage. I’ve never been stagnant and I’ve never stared at a television for 24 straight hours.
When I was 8, my mom bought me and my two brothers a Nintendo 64 for Christmas. Naturally, we were excited. My older brother gravitated towards action games, shooting games and the like. I played Madden 2001, Ken Griffey Jr.’s Slugfest and Mario Tennis. My little brother played whatever we told him he was going to play.
My mom didn’t like what video games did to us. She read articles aloud at dinner about the effects electronics could have on an adolescent’s brain. She brought the evil into our house and she began to show that she could take it away. She hid the systems unless we’d done our homework, she’d allot minutes of video game time based on how much yard work we’d done. She began to use our interest to her advantage.
The longest I ever played video games before was maybe four hours. I enjoyed them but I wasn’t someone who could just sit down and game. I have friends, many friends, who can do this. They can sit down at one end of an evening and beat up bad guys until the sun rises. Frankly, I’ve never admired this about anyone. “How can you be so close-minded to the world around you?” I thought.
I think it was a mixture of things that pushed me to this experiment. I wanted to see how my brain and body would react. Would my mom’s crazy rants be correct? Would my mind really turn to mush? And I wanted to try out a different lifestyle. Would I regret the time I wasted? Would I simply shut off and finally relax? (Something I haven’t really done in months.)
I was going to play video games for 24 straight hours. I was going to sit and game and turn my cerebral cortex into applesauce.
I laid down the ground rules for myself earlier in the day. I get as many bathroom breaks as I want. I eat while I play. I talk while I play. I use the computer while I play. I get two 15 minute breaks. That’s it. I text my friends to come over whenever and I begin with a simple game of Madden ’11 on my friend Daniel’s Playstation 3, (He’s lent it to me so I don’t have to bear 24 hours on my original Xbox, which happens to be the most modern video game console I own.)
I begin my expedition at 11:57 p.m. on a Friday night. My friends think I’m an idiot for trying to stay awake for 36ish hours, but I decide to do it this way, so when I finish it’ll be midnight on Saturday night. I can then go straight to bed and sleep until next year.
As mentioned earlier, I’m dominated by the computer for the first half of my first game and I head into halftime down 24-7. Daniel comes over as my first guest as I begin the second half, and he suggests that I check the difficulty. I do, and it’s set to the hardest possible setting. I bring it down a few notches to give myself a fighting chance but still lose by 10. Daniel puts in a frozen pizza. I sit. I set up my first multiplayer game of the evening. I lose.
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