The disappearance of...

     I don't want to be one of those bloggers who wastes your time with senseless ramblings about the mundane (such as: "today I realized that I like vanilla soymilk better than chocolate soymilk and to prove my point I will offer a five reasons" or "yesterday I was playing with my dog. She's so cute when she..."), but I feel I must share with you the discovery I made yesterday. My copy of NBA Jam Tournament Edition for the SNES is missing. This is a troubling development. It is the only game I play on that oldie, but goodie of a system and although I play it once every six months I like the idea of having it around. Of course, now that I can't find the game it's all I want to do. I would even play with Eric Montross or Dino Radja! Ya, that particular game had a rookie team and those two gems were on the team. Now you understand why I am devastated.  Apparently I can download it (for a fee), but it's not the same. I've never wanted to blow a 12 point lead in 35 seconds (thanks to the ridiculously unfair computer) this much in my life.