It was a sad evening of Ghost Recon gaming at the Seamster household. We took on the Russians, and they made us their bitches. There were Russians on the bridge, Russians in the hills, Russians in the tanks. Much like real life, the UN wasn’t any help. While Jeff and I were out trying to stave off the onslaught, they’d go and get themselves killed.

Terribly frustrating.

On the upside, we were playing networked Recon between a Mac and a PC. Only small consolation for being killed over, and over, and over again.