NCAA 11

The MITB actually does have a friend... this surprises most people. Years ago I met a man, we didn't have much in common other than we hated similar things, I suppose that makes us friends. Anyway, he stops by the basement from time to time to see if I still breathe, brings offerings of alcohol, and sometimes we game.
Recently he brought by NCAA 11, a game about college football. The game is fun enough, running, passing, blocking etc. but what really tickles me is divulging myself in the Psyche of the game. You see my friend and I don't merely play the computer players, we play as humans in the role of the players. For instance we play as the 2nd string QB desperate to get some playing time so his ailing father can see him play just once before he expires. We play as the foreign kicker who just blew a 35yd field goal and is now concerned about deportation. We play as the hard luck running back from Mississippi who just blew his knee and his shot at a future with the NFL and buying his mom that house now linger in limbo. The alcoholic coach who can't connect with his son, the painkiller addicted Tight End, the homosexual fullback who's too scared to come out... the list goes on and on. Anyway, this is a fun game that's meant to be played with a friend or at least someone who can act like one for a couple hours, some men find friends in the foxhole, others in a basement.