{"id":2544,"date":"2015-03-16T06:46:46","date_gmt":"2015-03-16T11:46:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stories.daddytales.com\/?p=2544"},"modified":"2015-03-16T06:46:46","modified_gmt":"2015-03-16T11:46:46","slug":"smashed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2015\/03\/16\/smashed\/","title":{"rendered":"Smashed"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The boys and I used to play a lot of Super Smash Brothers on the Wii. It&#8217;s a game\u00a0where you each control a famous\u00a0game character (Sonic, Mario, etc.) and you beat the snot out of each other.\u00a0The characters are relatively small on the screen, so there&#8217;s plenty of room to jump around, shooting and punching and doing all sorts of craziness.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s the craziness that\u00a0makes it fun. Each character has its own set of moves, and there&#8217;s everything from singing to chomping to sword-swinging.<\/p>\n<p>When the boys\u00a0discovered they\u00a0could make our own characters, the game elevated to an even higher level. The moves weren&#8217;t as varied as the standard characters, but even so, the pull of making your own was strong.<\/p>\n<p>After having their characters beat up on me for a while, I made two of my own (Spud and d.Fantasti). Unfortunately, Spud was nigh unbeatable, which proved to be a game-breaker. Having one character in the system that could beat all the others turned every game into a &#8220;let&#8217;s play, but nobody can use Spud&#8221; situation. That gets old really fast, and we stopped playing.<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday morning, I\u00a0felt like playing again.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Aww,&#8221; my oldest said. &#8220;How about something else?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You pick\u00a0the\u00a0character I play,&#8221; I said, then listed off the ones I was familiar with. &#8220;I can\u00a0be Spud, or D, or Robin, or Lucina. It doesn&#8217;t matter, any of the four. You play who you want to play.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He\u00a0grabbed a controller and dropped onto the couch. &#8220;Okay,&#8221; he said. &#8220;You can be Spud.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Really? Why?&#8221; I picked up a controller and sat on the floor in front of him. &#8220;Why not one of the others?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No, no,&#8221; he said. &#8220;It&#8217;s okay. I&#8217;ll be Destroyer.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Destroyer is his\u00a0character. He&#8217;s tough, but he&#8217;s no Spud.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Are you sure?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He exhaled heavily. By now the game was set up, the\u00a0characters chosen, and he was picking the arena. He selected a nice open flat one, which was Spud&#8217;s specialty. &#8220;I guess.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I figured he was humoring me, letting me have one game with Spud before we moved on to the real contest.<\/p>\n<p>Spud strode confidently over to Destroyer. . . and was plastered. For the next two minutes,\u00a0nothing worked. Destroyer completely crushed Spud, over and over again.<\/p>\n<p>After the game was finished, I looked back at my son.<\/p>\n<p>He was grinning from ear to ear. &#8220;I may have made a few improvements to Destroyer.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Two out of three,&#8221; I said.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Are you sure?&#8221; he asked, in a perfect imitation of my earlier question.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Shut up.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He won the next game, then I took one, then he won two more. &#8220;That&#8217;s two sets of two out of three,&#8221; he said. &#8220;Maybe I should try another character. . . you know, to give you a chance.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Ouch.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This was the perfect ambush, but I can&#8217;t help wondering how long he waited to spring it. Was it weeks? Months? 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