Oh, where do I begin...
- My worst meltdown came over a game of "NFL Blitz" when I was in high school. My buddies and I had a running 'Blitz Belt' (a foam WWF championship belt replica) that probably lasted almost a year. Rules were specific (no cheat codes, best of 3). On a particular Saturday afternoon, I was defending my title against my buddy. Thanks to some ridiculous AI, I got hosed out of the first game. Second game was a complete debacle, and with each failed play, I began pounding my fist into the wall next to me. Finally in the second half of game 2, I throw a backbreaking INT. I scream, "GOD DAMN IT!" and swing my fist at the wall in disgust ... only I miss the wall and put my hand through my bedroom window instead. Window shattered, blood poured down my arm. My dad was not amused.
- In college, I got so pissed with one of the NBA 2K games that I fired the box into the wall of my dorm. Box shattered (thankfully, no windows were involved this time).
- I've also destroyed a Dreamcast controller and f'd up a PS2 controller.
It's kind of strange looking back at this. You read this and probably think I've got some sort of rage issues, but outside of video games, I might be the most mild-mannered guy you'd ever meet. At least I can say that after more than a year of owning a 360, the system, controllers, games and their boxes are all still intact. There's hope for me yet.