Sorry, this isn’t about an imminent retailer resupply.
Instead, it’s about the time last night when some of my friends came over. A buddy brought over his two Wiimotes, one of which was missing a strap because some people who had borrowed his Wii broke the strap and sent a Wiimote flying into the wall. Ha ha. We all had a good laugh about that, and mentioned the pictures on Something Awful and the IGN video.
Then we lined up in front of the TV to play some four-player Wii tennis.
Gordon Cameron, who is an actual tennis player, was on my team. We were kicking ass. Then it happened.
Gordon was doing some kind of actual overhead smash thing, like he probably learned from real tennis. But there was a sudden commotion to the right of the TV. Some games fell over, a glass was jostled, and something banged into the blinds that had been dropped in front of the window to keep the neighbors from seeing how ridiculous we all must have looked. It was a mysterious deadly white missile from nowhere.
Or maybe not from nowhere. Gordon was holding a wrist strap with two frayed strings at the end. His Wiimote hand was empty. He looked aghast, and not just because he’d blown the serve.
Sure enough, in the course of normal use, with the strap in place as per the pre-game nag, we had an errant Wiimote. The Wiimote itself flew apart into its four component parts: the Wiimote proper, the back cover, and the two batteries. We analyzed the scene like a CSI team while looking for where the pieces of the Wiimote had gotten to. The stack of games apparently slowed the Wiimote enough that it didn’t knock over the glass of water, which deflected it into the window, where the blinds kept anything from being cracked. And the television screen was cleared by at least two feet. But it happened.
And it was awesome!
Unfortunately, Gordon was too cowed to get his game back and we got our asses kicked. And now one of my Wiimotes is strapless, so it goes to the guy who gets the least sweaty hands.
-Tom