I’m 25. I own a GameCube and decidedly love Super Mario Sunshine and Star Wars: Rogue Squadron II and, hell, even Tony Hawk. And I can eventually finish 9 out of 10 games that I play.
I decided I hit old age when my fiancee and I hit the boardwalk this summer and discovered these kids playing those Dance Mix Revolution games. You know…the computer plays NightClub music, while the player has to dance on a four-or-five button pad to specific steps on the screen.
She and I tried it, failed after 10 moves.
Teenagers on the boardwalk were doing it perfectly. In synch. Backwards, without looking at the screen.
I quit. I year for the days when it was a feat to make it to Triple Key in Pac-Man.