There it is – the proof that I spend entirely too much of my free time on this game. I hit 1000 wins last night in a solid game with some friends.

I’m glad I got to hit this milestone before the launch of Season 1. I’ve been spending less time playing lately in order to focus on some other hobbies, mostly writing (though I need some good books for the beach if anyone has suggestions), and the majority of my game time will go to Season 1 when it launches. It’s good to feel like I hit a pretty rare milestone, though, and in a weird way it makes me care about my win/loss record a lot less. I’ve had fun in my last few games playing some toons I haven’t played in a while, like Anivia and Nunu. Nunu is still a frustrating farmer, but when you land an ult it just feels so damn good.

I don’t know about you, but I spent many a late night gaming when I was 14. Sure, my parents tried to get me to go to bed, and more often than not I ignored them, but that was to my own consequence. They would wake me up ass early with expectations to clean the house or mow the lawn or any of those other childhood duties. An exhausted march around the yard behind a mower was so awful I started to manage my time and go to bed a little earlier. My parents were happy, I was well adjusted, and no one had to call the cops to get me to put down the controller.

That’s what Angela Mejia thought she had to do with her son. At 2:30 in the morning she caught him playing Grand Theft Auto. She tried turning off the console, but when it didn’t work she decided to turn to the authorities. The Boston Police were dispatched to convince the boy to go to bed.

As Mejia puts things, “I have support from my church, but I’m alone. I want to help my son, but I can’t find a way.” I’ll let you in on a little secret, lady. You’re too late. Way too late. If you have to call the cops to get him to go to bed you’ve been doing things wrong for years.

Source: http://www.bostonherald.com/news/regional/view.bg?articleid=1220221