Oh, I remember this.
Push back the chairs.
Find a space, reach out your arms to confirm you don’t touch anything and knock anyone over.
But that isn’t how this would smell.
This would smell of pot pourri and corporate perfume wafting in from hidden vents.
This would smell of marshmallow and candied fruit and sandalwood.
That’s one of the biggest surprises of Nintendo Switch Sports, actually.
For me at least.
How beautiful it all is.
This was all known in advance.
I have become obsessed with the grounds.
My favourite space is volleyball.
This is the stuff of dreams.
I should probably get to the sports games.
And volleyball is the ideal place to start, actually.
But the timing is what makes it a blood sport.
Who knew a game of timing could make you so furious?
It’s lovely stuff.
And yes, the boxpark adds to the charm.
After that, the three returning sports round things out - until the arrival of golf.
I feel a little of that grumpiness myself when I’m losing.
I once read that the founder of Uber was, like, number two rank in Wii Tennis globally.
It’s a game for sharks.
I have played several games of two-swords online against people who were really not screwing around.
The final returning sport is bowling, which is as much of a joy as it ever was.
Swing the Joy-Con to bowl, don’t forget a wrist-strap because people have already smashed their TVs.
Hopefully that’s just because it’s early days.
The whole thing was intoxicating.
