TIME CRISIS 3

There he was, my 34-year-old husband surrounded by not 1, not 2, but 3 balding middle-aged men. These men, standing close but not too close were watching over Trey’s shoulder as he shot down hundreds of bad guys while playing TIME CRISIS 3 in the auditorium of our local multi-plex. I could tell by the way he held the gun that he was unaware of the onlookers.
Trey enjoys playing these violent shoot-em-up, bad guy vs. good guy video games whenever we’re even a sliver early to the movies. With children in the home it’s hard to allow these games. Once August learned to read we had to remove certain movies and games from his line of vision. August would question why he wasn’t allowed to see any James Bond movies if daddy has the entire collection on VHS.
I’m not a huge fan of these games, but watching my husband stand with his legs wide and his arms stretched out in front like a giant triangle of death defying power, head lowered so as to aim all the better kind of turns me on. His determination to get each and every evil doer, his ability to jump up from behind a truck using not just his eyes and his middle finger to shoot but the power of his legs and feet to do the actual jumping of his character. Later he confessed that he chose the pink gun over the black one because he figured men played the game more than woman…so the pink gun probably had better aim. See, he thinks these things through…not only can he defend me if say a man dressed in all black carrying a machine gun flips a vehicle in front of us but he’ll keep his head, he’ll be sure to shoot only that bad guy and no one else who may randomly walk in front of the bad guy.
When the group surrounding Trey dispersed he turned and saw me standing off to the side as I frantically scribbled these words on a napkin knowing it would be the perfect thing to blog about. He was now ready to enter the theater to watch Live Free or Die Hard. On our way to our seats he quietly announced, "The sight on that gun was off..."