If any of my parents took any interest in any game I played when I was a kid, I would 100% play that game with them, alas…
My dad used to play some Mortal Kombat with me. Until one time, it was in my early teens, 13 or 14 maybe, I had been playing a lot of it recently and was just whooping his ass. Like 8-0 streak kind of ass beating. So he bet me $20 I couldn’t do it blindfolded.
Well I did, I lost one round but won two to get the match purely off of sound cues and blind luck, and he paid me $20 and then never played a video game with me ever again.
No. No, it really wasn’t. I wasn’t socially aware enough at the time to think to throw the match. But to be fair I didn’t expect my dad to pull such an ultimate rage quit.
My dad told me a story of how my grandpa stopped running against him the moment my dad became faster.
He then proceeded to stop playing chess after i beat him. Like he was making an educational point of it.
I love them both, i know them to be bright intelligent people but i will never understand the idea here. When my kids start to beat me at my own games i know i will be nothing but pride and encouragement. I want them to become better then i ever was, isn’t that a point to be made instead?
At least you got $20. I got yelled after I whooped my dad on fucking Mario Party. Kept calling me egotistic but in hindsight, pretty sure he was protecting.
I’ve had a few opportunities to play Red Alert 2 with my dad. He always obliterated me, I was too much of a turtle player.
There was one time I won against him, but it was pretty obvious to my 14yo ass that he let me. I asked and he just smiled.
I should probably challenge him sometime nowadays