When I was 9, on my birthday I got some pretty neat things. I got a Xbox s model controller that fit my little kid hands better than the duke, and a skateboard. I was a pretty happy kid with these things, but my mom bought me one more thing. My mom and my older brother went to gamestop and bought me a game for my birthday. But I wasn't ready for what they got me, they gave me a copy of "Backyard Wrestling: Don't Try This At Home." At the time, I didn't even care for wrestling anymore so I literally couldn't get anything worse. Not wanting to be a spoiled seeming kid, I swallowed my disappointment and put this dumb thing in my xbox. Which was also my first experience with Detroit rap group "The Insane Clown Posse" as when you start the game you see the music video for the song "Homies". But then I got to the actual game, and it looked like butts, and just buggy as shit. Like I had fun for a while irish whipping my brother and he would warp through a table and his leg would jet across the map. For being a broken game and exposing me to ICP reserves this game a special dark place in my childhood.