
I grew up in a good Christian home and, like all good Christian boys, learned that swearing was a sin. My vocabulary during times of frustration was limited to "dang," "shoot," "crap," and "freaking." When I went off to college at the age of 18, I knew I might be exposed to more profanity -- even at a good Christian Collegeâ„¢ like Taylor University -- but I never suspected that I would be lead slowly down the path of obscenity by my childhood friend Mario.
I remember the day well; I was in Matt Guilford's dorm room playing the original Mario Kart on the Super Nintendo for the 18 millionth time. I missed the jump on the Ghost Valley 1 and out it slipped: "Damn!" I was mortified. I finished up the race in silence and hurried back to my room to think about what this meant for my soul.
Eleven years later, Mario is still giving me fits. Damn you, Nintendo. Damn you straight to hell.
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