This is one of the hazards of cranking out hilarious blogs everyday. Sometimes you come across things that ruin parts of your soul that you can never erase. You think I'm going to play any Street Fighter again? Anytime I face off against Chun-Li, there will always be faint images of this this disproportional asshole terrorizing me.
In all honesty, I'm a huge nerd. Love video games, weird shows, and all sorts of questionable bullshit. Thing is, I hide behind a huge mask like 97% of the day. You think I played sports because I liked them? Shit was the ultimate burqa to block my nerdswag. It's a fine balance I've lived with my whole life, but it's clear that some people don't know how to deal with these things. That's what Comic-Con is. A bunch of customer service reps and IT gurus, overdoing their greatest fantasies in the one place where it's remotely allowed. Like no one would have knocked this guy if he tried to pull of a Guile or a Ryu get up. Similar to what Will Smith was preaching in "Hitch", just stay home man. Don't try anything tricky or elaborate or super gay. Your goals are clear: avoid ruffling any feathers, oogle at the hot girls paid to be there, collect your gift bag and go home.
Street Fighter has been added to the list on things that Comic-Con has destroyed.
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