Our household recently, but reluctantly, purchased a Wii. My inner ten-year-old who grew up on Atari wonders what gives with all the reluctance. I tell him the usual things: there are better ways to spend one’s time, I don’t want my kids to become drooling idiots, gadgetry causes one to die a little bit inside every day, etc. and so forth. He rolls his eyes at me and when I respond to that with even more principled protests he levels the boom and says I sound just like my mother, and I understand. He recently smirked from ear to ear when I completely (and I mean like totally) shattered my Wii Golf high score of three under on the eighteen hole course. He says, “So now what, Mr. Smarty Pants?” Well, the justification for all my giddiness is that golf was invented in the land of Presbyterians. A good walk spoiled, it is the sport of all exiles. Quite true, it’s best done on something like the links of Wawashkamo Golf Club atop Mackinac Island—preferably during the summer between high school and college where one works, living in solitude in the little caddy shack off the courtyard, one late afternoon after one has completed all day work on the links mowing the tee surrounds and green edges, by himself with nothing but chickadees tweeting and a soft, warm breeze streaming through the trees and a purple-pink sky, all occasionally cut with a modest cursing for shanking into the relentless rough.
But it can’t always be like that. Some of us have become hapless humps who dwell in the suburbs where to golf means having to get paired up with strangers who can’t get off the tee to save his life or boors who are trying to sell you something. For us, it has come to Wii. And if that weren’t depressing enough along comes Mark Driscoll who says that “video games are stupid.” Sigh. He says they aren’t sinful, but the tone sure sounds a lot like that time he told us “Avatar” was the most satanic movie he’d ever seen. But Drew Dixon has some critical thoughts. He even employs some logic to show how the good pastor might want to re-think the golf claps he gets for all his inductive foibles. That should please some Outhouse readers who are under the unhappy impression that confessionalism is anti-logic.
All of this from Driscoll also seems to have that “Do Hard Things” undercurrent to it, which reminds me of this.