Being a Halo addict, I’m not afraid to admit to my obsessive stalker-type love for Master Chief.  But for the past few months I’ve been playing Ghost Recon like it was my job… wait… yeah.  I’ve spent very little time engaged in games of Halo with my online buddies.  Instead it’s been GRAW! GRAW! GRAW!  Not only does the campaign mode kick trash, but the multiplayer has sucked me in, spit me out, and danced around me in circles (I don’t know what that’s suppose to mean, either).

The new maps are so completely awesome. Coffee Plantation is one of my favorites.  I get my MRC, do a quick reload, lay down in the flower patch and roll around until I get all itchy, then I get up and skip through a small orange orchard until I spy an enemy.  At this point, I slyly aim down my sights positioning the enemy’s head in my crosshairs.  My finger twitches as I release a burst of bullets from my barrel.  They pierce him in a few choice spots; left eye socket, middle cheek bone and right across the jaw.  I lay down and get up in excitement (since I can’t jump up and down), spin in circles a couple times and nearly have a joygasm.  Another new favorite of mine is Nowhere at Night!  The stars are unbelievable.  I know I’m not the only one who mutes themselves and sings Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star during online matches.

At any rate, I think I’m becoming more and more addicted to GRAW.  We just got back from WSVG Dallas where we competed in a Ghost Recon tournament.  Before the event, I spent over 12 hours some days practicing, and it wasn’t just because I wanted to do well.  I can’t seem to get enough!  I feel like I’m cheating on Master Chief.  Sorry John!