My first full season in the Overwatch League has come to an end, and I can’t succinctly sum it up. The season was disappointing in many ways. We didn’t travel the world. We didn’t host homestands. We didn’t hear roaring crowds every weekend or meet scores of fans. We didn’t win many games.
As a kid, video games were never celebrated. It’s a classic tale. My parents restricted my screen time. I couldn’t play Call of Duty until I was 13. I rarely received new games outside of Christmas and my birthday. In hindsight, I mostly respect those decisions. But as a kid, they sucked.