I've been meaning to write about this for a while. About a month ago, Video In Studios
put on an exhibition of old and new videogames. It was great. The lighting was suitably dark, the decor futuristic, and there were always places to sit down. There were NES', Dreamcasts, all types of Sega machines, all the way up to Resident Evil 4 playing on a PS2. All were hooked up to TVs and there were two controllers attached to each for competitive play. Their choices of games were brilliant: Tetris, Dr. Mario, Bomberman; all games that you could pick up within minutes and start kicking ass if if you knew how to think. They could have picked games like Marvel vs Capcom 2, where the fanboys who practised 7 hours a day would pwn every n00b who stepped up, but they didn't. So I spent an hour playing SNES Bomberman with a whole train of skilled opponents.
One thing apparent from that event, though, was why hardcore gamers tend to have relationship problems. There were too many girls there who just sat there and looked bored while their boyfriends played the games and ignored them. Come one, people.