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Ever since the original game bay, I’ve been called by the glamour of having a little carry-it-with you gaming box. It seems like the ultimate slice of heaven—the chance to play a little Mario, 
Tetris, or even GTA anytime, anywhere.
The problem is, I don’t seem to get it. I can’t play them.
I’ve only ever owned a Gameboy and a Gameboy Advance, myself. But my brother has bought just about everything in between (and he had a PSP for about a month before it got stolen, poor guy), and I’ve tried them all. It doesn’t catch me the way it should. It’s cool. It’s slick. It’s got some damn fine games…but I never play them. I’ve got my trusty GBA here with me now, in England. I brought four games and extra batteries, but I haven’t even turned it on yet.
Maybe someday they’ll come up with a little shiny device that I can stare at for hours. But for now…I just can’t do it. I don’t know why.
