Sadly, “Flappy Bird” is not an arcade game to which I can claim victory.
Last night I was privy to the world of gaming at the bar. I was officially the oldest person there, and the bouncer was kind enough to ask for my identification anyway. We had a jolly time watching me fail miserably at every game. Skeeball, Pac-Man, pinball, basketball, Safari Hunt, you name it. They all required too much calculation and speed. Except for Flappy Bird. One button, one goal: keep the birdie in the air.
Sometimes comic relief is best achieved by inviting your mother to your birthday celebration. Thank you, Son.