A friendship all started with a shirt and a fighting game.
I was starting as a GRD at Virginia Commonwealth University, a GRD is the hall director equivalent at VCU (it was at the time), and walked into my building Cabanis Hall. I had on a shirt. It was a dope Street Fighter II shirt. Nothing super special, but those in the know would appreciate it. This shirt was purchased back when Hot Topic was the only place you could buy video game shirts. it would be years before we start seeing this type of clothing at Wal-Mart and other vendors.
At Cabanis, 24 hour security would sit at the front desk. So I walk in, brand new and this red headed dude is sitting propped up behind a desk facing the door. He has a red security shirt on. He looks at me inquisitively and says “I like your shirt.” I respond with great fervor, “Yeah.” Powerful stuff I know, but I can tell this crossing of paths is going somewhere.
He then asks if I “played”. At this point, I’m thinking “Of course I play, red.” I wouldn’t wear the damn shirt if I didn’t play the game. I wasn’t some punk ironically wearing a shirt about something old that I didn’t understand. So I politely responded, “Yes, I play and maybe I’ll teach you how someday too…” OOHHHHH SNAPPPPP SON! BROKE IT OFF IN RED’S ASS! Don’t play me, don’t play James. I been playing Street Fighter since before Blanka was green!
Luckily, Ian smiles this off and let’s me continue to my room. At this point class hasn’t started yet and I am just gaming with my door open to my apartment. Ian stops by my apartment one day and challenges me to a game. This is big time, now I must prove myself. This friendship hinges on my ability to play Street Fighter at an adequate level. Also, I needed to see if Ian was fo’ real or just talk. The stage was set.
We played a couple of matches, I think we were both going easy on each other. I would win, then Ian would win….then I think I would win more but I’m biased. Then I realized, whoa…we have been playing for hours. This guy is awesome and I want to play games with him for the rest of my life. Thus began the most epic rivalry of our time! Ian was good, and I proved that I knew my way around a fighting game or 2 myself. We would end up spending most of our time playing King of Fighter, as any real men should. And that’s how Ian became one of my best friends ever.