As playoff basketball is upon us, I can think of no better way than to spend my nights huddled in front of a TV, provoking beer-induced fistfights and playing competitive NBA 2k13.
Aside from the fact that close friendships might be fractured, this particular video game has some weird, addicting tendency to strike conviction into all who play. I mean, if you think you’re just going to waltz into my living room, grab an easy win off the shelf and gingerly lamp on home like nothing happened, you’re either particularly biased or haven’t seen my game…ever.
No, NBA 2k13, like that of all its predecessors, ain’t your grandma’s card game or casual dominos at a friend’s house – this is different. This is adrenaline-fueled competition. This is a bitter rivalry. This is war. Remember that five bucks you owe me? Yeah, that matters now. And that date you went on with the girl I liked? I’m going to crush you for it. Because I’m using any firepower I can to increase my video game-induced wrath. Now perhaps I’m being overly critical, and a little vain, about a video game, but I’ve seen close friends bring out inner demons that even famous horror movie villains might quiver at.
In this league you have to protect your home court, even if it means you “accidentally” punch your buddy in the face after a close loss. Don’t believe me? Go rent the game, find a friend and let me know how it goes.
In spite of this, I honestly recommend you try this series out. Whether you go scoop up 2k13 or wait until the first Tuesday in October for 2k14, this franchise is something you can definitely lamp on. Now go, show some poise, stability and patience come tipoff and make a name for yourself – and remember, “Hate the player, not the game.”