By Daniel Lee|2014-04-25T11:40:53-05:00April 25, 2014|Default|
Today, we have Jamil “Jam Stunna” Ragland writing an article about sharing the joys of being in the community with his young son.
Jamil and son watching the Charizard/Greninja reveal for Super Smash Bros. 4
Introduction
My son wants to go to a Smash Bros. tournament. He’s been playing videogames his entire life, just like his father. I remember being five years old, helping my mother to get over those impossible jumps in Super Mario Bros., playing the Nintendo Entertainment System we rented from Blockbuster and never returned on time. My blood boils when I remember how my uncle humiliated me at the age of seven in Street Fighter II, double-perfecting me with nothing more than Chun-Li’s grab.
But tournaments? I used to line up in the arcades when Street Fighter II Championship Edition was released, waiting for the opportunity to play as Sagat and Bison, but it never occurred to me that people held tournaments for videogames. I organized a round-robin style competition in my dorm during my freshman year of college, but that was just for bragging rights, not a cash pot. I didn’t attend my first tournament until I was almost nineteen years old, where I was promptly bodied by players who’d perfected wavedashing and l-canceling before I even knew what those terms meant. Here’s my son, on the other hand, immersed in the competitive side of gaming from birth, ready to put his dad’s money on the line for a chance at being the best, all before his seventh birthday.
I was decent at Melee, at one point even managing to come in 9th in my state’s power rankings. I lost more matches than I won. While that was frustrating, I would tell myself that I just needed to work a little bit harder, go to a few more tournaments, and then I would have that breakthrough moment where I began performing well at a local, and maybe even regional level.
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