I always avoid playing sports video games. The reason was reinforced last night. Jim and I rented NBA 2k6 to play while the girls were at choir. Neither of us had played the game before, and Jim was even on an unfamiliar gaming system.

It didn't matter. Within minutes, he had mastered the moves and I was left passing the ball to the bench and missing layups. He beat me soundly.

I hate Richard Hamilton and his sadistic puppeteer.

PB