T here is a new addiction creeping across America. Its effects leave even the most confident men, and some women, craving more. No, it's not a new import from the South American cocaine factories. What we've become addicted to is EA Sports' Madden 2004.
Huh? With all the drugs being bought and sold and manufactured in this nation, this guy has the guts to write about a kids' game? Well, yeah, I do.
Madden '04 is one of the purest forms of addiction on the market today. All a person needs is 50 bucks and an Xbox or PlayStation 2 console. There isn't even a warning label on the cover proclaiming the game's addictive attributes (i.e., the new Dynasty Mode and Playmaker options)! EA sports and John Madden are walking some very thin ice here, mates.
OK, how exactly does a video game cause such a rush that it warrants devoting column space for it? First, Madden causes students across the nation to put aside their History of Science books in favor of a controller. I can't count the times I've blown off studying Italian for the chance to throw Jeremy Shockey a touchdown pass.
Madden also turns even a mildly sarcastic guy like myself into a raging lunatic, dropping F-bombs every other syllable. The game oozes rage that's hard to control. Not to mention egos that burn from the quest to beat the pants off your opponent.
My brothers and I actually spent 10 minutes discussing which quarterback to trade for on the new Dynasty Mode. We couldn't decide if taking a chance on a less-talented player and a first-round pick was worth giving up coverboy Mike Vick. In the end we got Drew Brees and an '05 first-round pick.
The game was given to me innocently enough on my birthday. Now Madden '04 has grown into a curse, my new addiction.
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