E3 — Dead and Loving it

I went to my first E3 in 1998. I don't remember much about it save for the insane Atlanta heat, the unveiling of the Sega Dreamcast, and me trying to lug a box of junk across a busy highway to a FedEx office.

Game Web site gamesradar.com remembered for me, and I thank them for that. This here feature spans 12 years of games, girls, and E3 glory. It probably should be read and enjoyed by all.


By the by, I attended seven E3s in all. And if I had to do it all over again, I would likely curl up into a very, very tiny ball.

But man! Did I ever have fun.