The Bigs 2 Review

Of course, the most important part of any home run:
Anyone will tell you that I’m a fan of baseball. Babe Ruth, Joe DiMaggio and the pre-juice Barry Bonds: these are names I know well and careers I greatly enjoyed following. Thus, it seems like a no-brainer that when a baseball game came out that I would jump at the chance to play it … but that’s not exactly how this game came to be in my possession. For you to truly understand, I have to take you back on a trip through time and space: The year is 1998 and the place is my parents’ lounge room. There, a young Moose is putting in a cartridge into his N64 that would forever change his life and bring out the horrifying OCD side of his gaming: Major League Baseball Featuring Ken Griffey Jr. The moment I turned the console on and that baseball came flying at me, I was hooked. I spent hours upon hours slogging through regular season mode, game after game to make my way to the World Series. This game was heaven. I played my way through the season mode 3 times; a painful exercise for even the most die-hard fan. This was the best of times and it was the blurst of times. The game made me so happy; however, it raised the bar to a level that (apparently) no other baseball game could live up to … until now.
A short while back the Armchair team went to an Xbox event held at the State Library in Melbourne with the express intent of making the building explode with irony. Once there, Matt and I sat down to one of the few games that had an available console: The Bigs 2. I sat down, safe in the knowledge that Matt was only playing this game to humour me and because there were no other free games. Then the strangest thing occurred: we got into it. There was yelling; there was shouting; and most of all there was enjoyment. But I was wise. I had been burned before. So I played it cool, unsure of whether or not this game was actually the real deal. So when I finally acquired my own copy, with much trepidation, I sat down and prepared to let myself love again.
OK, so love is a strong word, but I opened myself up to the thought of holding someone other than Ken Griffey Jr in my arms.
Actually, now that I think about it, that wasn’t even close to being better.
Uhhh … on to the review: (more…)







