He got game??
A while ago I wrote a post where I mentioned in the opening that I have no game. I had Hilary, a friend/coworker of mine, read that post, and she immediately disagreed. I was floored.
See, I have always contended that I don’t have game. My idea of game is like what Will Smith’s character did in the movie Hitch. You know the scene where he saw Eva Mendez’s character for the first time and came up with a plan to rescue her from that lame dude that was trying to holla at her? Then he talks to her, piques her interest, and then walks off knowing that he just set himself up to win the game of life (because Eva Mendez is freakin fine). To me, that’s game. I don’t have that. If I did, we’d all have to pray that I’d exhibit the self-control to use it for good and not for evil. I don’t need to be out in these streets like that.
To Hilary, game is swag. It is essentially being able to talk to a lady and keep her interested. That’s not even kinda the same definition of game. We, as a group, spent the rest of our time at lunch that day
arguing about discussing the differences in our definition of game. We came to no agreement.
So I bring the discussion to you. Fellas, what is your definition of game (tell me I’m right)? Ladies, what is your definition of game (tell me I’m right)? Leave your comments below, and
I’ll prove to Hilary that I’m always right we’ll settle this once and for all.
Until next time…