It kind of looks like the boys are going to be doing an XBOX gaming evening just about every second weekend now, pretty much neatly coinciding with Chantelle’s on weekends (fancy that). This week I decided to shake things up a bit and convince Ryan to allow us to host a Modern Warfare 2 evening at his 40 inch equipped pad with the help of my fabulously bling FaceBook event I created especially for the evening. Amazingly enough, he grudgingly agreed (he hates Modern Warfare 2 with a passion it would seem) and so the stage was set for a Friday night of XBOX madness once more.
Or so it could have been if the Modern Warfare 2 fanatic that is Damen was actually in the Western Cape for the weekend, or for that matter Cannon Fodder Karl who chose a coffee date above some manly bonding.
However, despite these two greats falling by the wayside, we could still count on the manly Brigadier Brown, Staunch Stapelberg and the Lethal Lotters to make the night great and so the four of us found ourselves plonked down in front of Ryan’s television come 19:00, with his 3.5 surround sound blasting our eardrums out left right and center.
The obligatory chit chat out of the way, we sank our teeth into a quick spot of Modern Warfare gaming, where the incessant whining of how much he hates the game from Ryan was quickly extinguished by some well place grenade launches and machine gun fire.
As is now the established norm, Brigadier Brown was once again head and shoulders above the rest of us plebs in terms of skill level, but we had some awesome firefights, heightened by the booming sound that threatening to call the complaining neighbours over any minute now. However, Ryan did eventually reach his saturation point and so we abandoned the run and gun gameplay for the more cerebral strafe and shoot, swopping MW2 for good old FIFA 10, our beloved workhorse that has in actual fact not had a decent spin for quite some time now.
Splitting up into teams of Brown + Lotter Jnr. versus Stapelberg and Lotter Snr., the tone and pace was quickly set by messieurs Terrance and Ryan galloping to a quick fire succession of wins, leaving Dean and I scratching our heads and pondering our next move.
However, their speedy dominance was not to last as Dean and I came blasting back in the game, taking a succession of games in our stride despite the blatant, uninterrupted fouling and bad sportsmanship emitting from their every move, and emerging comfortably as the overall victors on the night – leaving a legacy that Terrance and Ryan shall now have to work hard to overcome the next time we lock horns.
In other words, as per usual it was a pretty damn awesome night of chips, drink and thumb twiddling. Truly the best a man can get…