Folks, we're really dropping the ball this weekend. I don't mean, like, "Our roadie, Lenny, forgot to plug in our guitars" levels of ball-dropping. I'm talking fully-fledged, "Lenny sold all our equipment and escaped to Mexico City" ball-dropping. Not only are we not playing new and interesting video games, we're instead "tossing the pigskin" and "leveling our Dwarf Shaman" like total scrublords. Get this, some of us aren't even playing games this weekend. What are we, Teen Vogue? I was ready to shut the whole thing down, honestly, if it weren't for Locke hoisting the Obscurity Torch.