“Just when I thought I was out…they pull me back in…” Just when I thought I was finally metamorphosing into a richly cultivated, ripe, young man…they make a new f*cking Playstation. As excited as I want to be, this really isn’t a good thing for me — especially at this point in my life.
Honestly, I don’t think I can afford to continue wasting 5 hours a day (which I’m accustomed to spending on 2k games) at the age of 21. First of all, I’m legal to drink now. That’s chill. But does spending money at a bar sound too appealing when I can chill on my couch with a Leinenkugel Summer Shandy and ratch 3s with Anthony Morrow? Yeah, I said Anthony Morrow.
Uhhh, what about girls though? I’m peaking right now physically (as sad as that might be for you females), but for whatever reason I can’t stop thinking about what dunks I’ll be able to execute with the “next-gen” Paul George in 2k14.
The game is crack. I mean, look at virtual-LeBron in this trailer for NBA2k14 on PS4. He’s perfectly sculpted (pause), flawlessly balding and even winks when he speaks like his real-life counterpart. Hell, they even added the awkward dance he did after hitting that game winner in Boston (it’s magnificently uncomfortable).
Oh well. Once a gamer, always a gamer. And that adage seems to stand true for me. The PS4 drops later this year in November. I recommend preordering yours now. You already know I did.