I’m a proud man. I like to think that I deserve credit for who I am and what I’ve accomplished in life to this point. And while that’s true, I don’t know if I would be the gamer I am today if it weren’t for my older brother, Chris.
One of my earliest Christmas’ I can remember, I was probably 4 or 5, Chris entrusted me with a little secret. You see Chris, being 7 years my senior, had gotten quite good at being able to unwrap his gifts very carefully. So carefully that it was undetectable by our parents. Chris knew that he was getting the much hyped Nintendo Entertainment System come December 25th. He had to tell someone…
That someone should not have been his younger brother, a.k.a. me.
Needless to say Chris was in trouble for quite a while. He was grounded and it was threatened that he wouldn’t get his beloved console. But my parents were push overs for their first born child, and of course he opened a NES come Christmas morning.
The Scott parents’ middle born son didn’t get off so easy. Although, the parents had nothing to do with it. I took my lumps and bruises from my big brother for the week or so leading up to Christmas. Whether they were fair and earned is debatable, but I certainly didn’t forget my treasonous act. One thing is absolutely certain though – I’m sure as hell glad my parents didn’t return that Nintendo.
I was blessed to live through the “golden age” of gaming at the earliest point in my life. With the NES came Super Mario Bros. and Duck Hunt. Two classics already in the box. Being born in 1985, by the age of 5 I was already holding my own in titles that would help shape modern gaming; The Legend of Zelda, Metroid, Castlevania, Super Mario Bros. 3 and more. I went on to tackle Mega Man I through IV, whip my way through Castlevania II and III, and won the Super Bowl with the New York Giants in Tecmo Super Bowl (they’re my favorite team to this day because of that game).
The NES was monumental in my life without question. For my birthday in ’92 I was gifted the original GameBoy with Kid Icarus, Kirby and Tetris. It was awesome, but the home consoles were my true love. At some point my older brother upgraded to the Sega Genesis (I sadly didn’t have a Super Nintendo growing up) and then eventually the Sony PlayStation. I was rocking a joystick with him every step of the way. I dominated the Sonic games, played the hell out of the Mortal Kombat and Road Rash series’, and eventually started dominating in Madden. Gaming was very much a mutual hobby that the two of us shared, keeping us close as our ages and his social life tried keeping us apart.
Then the fall of 1996 hit and I went from a passionate player to a full blown addict. When I opened up my Nintendo 64 on Christmas morning the torch was offically passed. My brother was 18, about to graduate high school and had a flourishing social life. But that was okay, for I finally had a console of my very own. I didn’t just love my Nintendo 64, I lived for it. I had collected all 120 stars in Super Mario 64 by New Years (Chris did have to show me where the wing cap was though). When I opened up Ocarina of Time the Christmas of 1998 I knew I was in for something special. Boy was I. It’s still my favorite game of all time. Some of my best friendships bloomed over WCW/NWO Revenge, WWF No Mercy and Mario Kart 64. And during some of Chris’ house parties (he was 18 and I was 11), I won quite a bit of money hustling his buddies in Golden Eye 007. I don’t know who was more proud, he or I. The N64 was the console that shaped me as the gamer I am today, and I’m eternally grateful for it.
I bought a GameCube and loved the hell out of it. I camped out front of K-Mart in November of 2006 to have first dibs on a Wii (c’mon, a Zelda game at launch?), and I purchased the Xbox 360 just a few months after its release. I’m still a Nintendo fan boy to be sure, I’m already digging my Wii U, but the Xbox 360 has developed itself into one of the greatest consoles ever. It’s got to be my preferred platform at this point, until later this year that is…
This article was supposed to be where I, Jeff Scott, introduced myself to the readers of Only Single Player. And I think I’ve done a decent job of that. Hell, it’s only taken just over 900 words at this point, and I do apologize for the rambling. But I felt it was important to share with you what was and still is important to me. The games. And not just the games but the passion they bring out and ways they make us feel at those climactic moments; escaping Zebes for the first time, sending Bowser plummeting to his doom, and delivering that final fatal blow to Ganon. You just can’t capture those triumphant feelings with multiplayer games, at least not to that extent. And that’s why I love this site. Because it’s all about those moments.
This is my first formal writing gig, and I couldn’t be more excited to share with you what I’ve been so passionate about for my entire life. So come along dear readers, let’s go on this ride together…