No School Like The Old School

I'm not sure if I have mentioned it or not, but I am married to a hardcore, never-say-die gamer. I am pretty sure we own just about every system ever made (or have at some point in time - he traded up the XBox for the XBox 360, and I don't think his GameBoy Advance works anymore) and still have all the games for them as well. While tearing through the garage in a panic this weekend - yes, we HAD to find the headset/microphone for the computer so that we could still chat and coordinate our plans for playing World of Warcraft, even if we are in separate rooms of the house - we found the mother of all great games, and the source of some of my first gaming memories. Yes, that's right - Duck Hunter. Troy and I both enjoyed a chuckle while we dusted off the faithful old gun and that horribly angular controller. Little did I know that I was setting myself up for unlimited entertainment this evening. Gabriel and Graham were of course curious about this prehistoric game - "Why do you blow on the game, Mom?" - and we thought that we would introduce them to it - surely they would not be entertained very long by the techno-sounding blips and beeps and the very awesome 8-bit graphics. Wrong. Apparently this is the best game ever! I'll have to post some pictures soon, but it is just the cutest thing in the world to see the boys tethered to the game system by *gasp* a non-wireless controller, and tracking the ducks with that little gun. Gabriel is surprisingly amazing at Duck Hunter, by the way. He lays down on the floor in front of the TV - much like a sniper - and just goes to town. He'll hit every bird, usually without needing all three shots. I think Troy told me that the highest he got was level 11 - with a high score of 180,000. Troy has a t-shirt that has the original Nintendo on it with a caption that says "Classically Trained" - I'm tempted to find one in a size 5 :)