Wanna know the exact moment when I was the most nervous in the last week or so? (Hint: it wasn't when I got down on one knee and asked somebody to be my wife, until death do us part.) It was when Bergman came to visit last weekend, we fired up the Sega for some NBA Jam, entered in our names, and it looked like our all-time records had been erased. That was easily my biggest freakout of the week. We hadn't lost a game since 2007, yo!
Don't worry though, turns out Bergman had put in the NBA Jam Tournament Edition cartridge, and our records were saved on the original. Still, it was a rough 20 seconds or so before we found out. Boomshakalaka!
