It’s almost time for Madden 2009

I first played Mad­den in Decem­ber of 1993 on my new Sega Gen­e­sis, just days after hav­ing my wis­dom teeth removed. My sis­ter and I would play as I recov­ered, me half-stoned on per­co­cets. She beat me fre­quent­ly. Her strat­e­gy? Just hit the “C” but­ton. If she chose the 49’ers as she usu­al­ly did it meant the fol­low­ing with each click:

  1. Choose “Shot­gun” formation
  2. Choose “Hail Mary Pass”
  3. Hike the ball
  4. Steve Young throws a per­fect ball out to light­ning-fast Jer­ry Rice

The result: touch­down. Almost with­out fail.

Since those days I’ve become quite a fan of the fran­chise, switch­ing briefly to 2K when they were able to pro­duce a com­pa­ra­ble, maybe even supe­ri­or, prod­uct before EA squeezed them out of the mar­ket. I usu­al­ly buy a copy ever few years to use updat­ed ros­ters and try out new fea­tures. It’s always inter­est­ing to see what will be dif­fer­ent: will it be eas­i­er to pass or run; will there be more inter­cep­tions or fum­bles; how noi­some will the com­men­tary be this season.

Last year was some­thing of a mis­step in the series in my opin­ion. With Mad­den all but out of the game, you find your­self sub­ject­ed to inane in-game com­men­tary that sim­u­lates a friend­ly radio broad­cast. Worse, NFL Net­work gets in the mix as Mar­shall Faulk ticks off all the post-game non­sense. It’s a fine exam­ple of con­tent deals suf­fo­cat­ing the prod­uct. To say I was mere­ly dis­ap­point­ed in the game would under­state how much it pained me to play a game I’ve enjoyed for so long.

So when I heard that EA was com­plete­ly over­haul­ing the game for 2009, I got excit­ed. They got that some­thing was amiss. Like I said, I nev­er buy Mad­den two years in a row. After play­ing the demo, I’m pret­ty sure I’ll be run­ning out to buy it next week. It’s smarter and more inter­est­ing than ever and with the promise of EA offer­ing sub­scrip­tions, I have faint hope that it may be the last phys­i­cal copy of the game I’ll ever buy. If you were waver­ing on this one, be sure to down­load the demo from Xbox Live and give it a try. You may be surprised.

Save Sunday night for Mad Men

Mad Men is the sort of show that makes me wish more of my friends had cable and weren’t con­stant­ly play­ing catch up with Net­flix. I’ve real­ly liked sea­son two so far, main­ly for cre­ative, con­flict­ual pair­ings and, con­se­quent­ly, the unease that’s per­me­at­ed episodes one and two. As Don’s assailed at work and at home, it’s unclear who he’ll become to sur­vive. I can’t wait for tonight’s show!

(I should add that unlike last sea­son, Helen and I make sure to clear the cal­en­dar to watch Mad Men when it pre­mieres, unlike last sea­son which we watched almost entire­ly on-demand.)

The return of the music nerd.

I’m going to see King Crim­son tomor­row night and Radio­head the night after that. If I’m lucky I’ll sneak into the NIN show at the end of the month, mak­ing my back­wards jour­ney through my for­ma­tive musi­cal ner­dom more or less complete.

Not your average bachelor party breakfast

If Thad’s amaz­ing pork was­n’t enough, my friend Jeff put togeth­er two great break­fasts to cure hang­overs and pre­pare our wob­bly stom­achs for the full day, full throt­tle par­ties in the Poconos. 

He kept things sim­ple and Philly on Sat­ur­day morn­ing: eggs, bacon, scrap­ple, and toast. This morn­ing he went the extra mile, intro­duc­ing arti­sanal cheeses to the mix. Behold, my pecu­liar cre­ation: a scrap­ple sand­wich with gor­gonzo­la cheese and sliced toma­to on a toast­ed ham­burg­er bun. It was the best sec­ond break­fast I had this morning!

Eat at Ralph’s!

I’m @ lunch., orig­i­nal­ly uploaded by Black­mail Is My Life.

I’ve been mean­ing to talk about what it’s like to work in Philadel­phi­a’s newest sky­scraper. In a word: unbe­liev­able. Most impres­sive of all may be our cafe­te­ria, Ralph’s. Not only is the food afford­able and rather tasty (I’ll have more pho­tos up soon), it also has some of the most breath­tak­ing, ver­ti­go-induc­ing views of the city. I keep telling myself it’ll get old some­day, but I have a feel­ing that views like the one above will ever get old.

Jeal­ous?