Canon Fodder – Sports Blog

 
Some folks may agree that certain video games can be considered a sport. If you play them online against live opponents, it is, at the very least, a competition and meets Canon Fodder’s strict guidelines for being considered a sport.

 
I play Battlefront II online. What’s up Wolfpack Clan server and Empire Ownage server!! Hey Megatron, thanks for showing me how to handle the tanks on Polis Massa, or should I say Polis Massacre? Is David glitching in the wall again?

 
Have you ever heard of a stat called bantha fodder? Basically, the guy that gets wasted the most times earns that moniker. I’ve gotten it once or twice. My kill ratio lately is slightly better than 13:8 (kills to deaths). Every once in a while, I come in on top of the heap in terms of numbers. But that’s only when the premium players are off, busy doing something other than butchering me.

 
What really continues to impress me is the sportsmanship. Nothing I love more than spawn camping NOOBs. I like to strategically plant mines where the new guys will spawn after getting wasted by some kid who spends his free time dreaming up ways to improve his World of Warcraft night elf! AWESOME!! Of course this is about as much of an example of good sportsmanship as a Todd Bertuzzi blindside attack.

 
Man, I’m on a tear tonight.

 
So here’s what I like most about playing Battlefront II. I love the fight. I’ve never been into “tradition” sports but I can imagine the bloodlust I feel when surprising a sneaking opponent with a blast from my laser cannon is akin to a linebacker blindsiding a quarterback. When I’m up against a smuggler and a heavy guy, and I’m out of rockets… buh-bye. Time to bug out and head to the sidelines.

 
In the end, there’s really not much difference between playing in the World Series and battling the Galactic Empire.  Both pit two titans in an epic battle that will be remembered throughout the ages.  Or at least until I hit ‘reset’ and start a new game.  Maybe it’s not the same, but I still love it. And if someone like Ray Lewis makes the mistake of wandering onto my playground, he could expect to see a few of my pregame moves before I unleash the terror.

 
Bring it, Ray.  I’ll be waiting.