The Beginning

As I progressed through kindergarten onto first grade, I knew I had an extreme love for two things in life. One was mathematics, the other: VIDEO GAMES! I knew almost every times table up to 10 multiplied by 10 and I was only 6 going on 7 years old! But more important than that, I was kicking Mega Mania's ass! I was able to get to double digit levels and I never struggled with the silly, broken dice looking guys, even with them moving at FTL speed while shooting their laser bombs all over the frakkin' screen. Mega Mania was Atari at its finest. There was almost no day that I didn't flip that on-switch and give it a go at breaking my high score. The only time I wasn't playing Atari when I had free time, was when I was playing baseball. Now, I know a lot of you will say baseball isn't geeky! But I assure you, I made it so. I always knew everyone's batting average and kept all of the important stats in my head, such as homeruns and RBI. I even calculated our pitcher's ERA during games. If there was a statistic, I kept track of it. Another fact that might knock me down a few geek notches, I was fucking good at the game. I could hit, catch, run, anything the game entailed, I could do. Well, except for pitch ::cough cough:: I said I "COULD" do anything, because not long after my second grade year, though I still played baseball, I had a much more important fascination to fixate on...GIRLS! And boy did I fixate.