This weekend I had to see what the rage was about, and I broke down and got the Nintendo Wii. Granted, it set my age and social life back about 20 years, but the journey this weekend had its ups and downs.

First of all, it is the coolest thing. Ever.

It's about as addictive as a drug (so I hear ... don't recommend mixing the two) and really fun to play with a group. Had I discovered this thing earlier on I'm pretty sure I would have never left the house (as evidenced by this past weekend's activities -- didn't go outside twice).

There are some downsides, especially if you're a sack of bad bones and crummy arthritis joints like I am. Today I can barely move because I'm so sore and achy -- especially in my wrists, which are weak (Wiik) to begin with. All I can think about today is how out of shape I am, physically, that a stupid Wii would make me feel this sore.

And then I wonder how many other people out there, with or without arthritis, come off a Wiikend in this much pain. Part of the problem is that you go from 0-100 in a split second. One minute you're on the couch clicking the remote, the next minute you're up and about playing the most intense game of tennis possible -- at least the most intense tennis game you can play in your living room.

Now that I have my long-term sustained Wii-related injuries, I think I'll Wiiturn it to the store and go buy a board game. Nobody has ever gotten hurt playing Chutes and Ladders.

And so ends a string of terrible Wii puns.