I’ve mentioned previously the danger I face from watching
sports. How it gets me in the mood to play sports games, which inevitably
frustrate me. I’ve mostly resisted the urge in the past few years, at least as
far as buying any new games, but this NBA season must have got me so fired up
it overrode my common sense, because I went out and bought NBA 2K15 a couple of
months ago.
I was mostly intrigued by the MyCareer option, where you make
a player and he goes through an entire career, from a Rookie Showcase game that
determines his draft position, up to retirement. Of course, there were things I didn't know when I started out. I didn’t realize the default (and lowest) difficulty for MyCareer is
All-Star. I didn’t realize I was going to hate the shooting mechanic so
much. I didn’t realize there was going to be a stupid teammate grade you get at
the end of each game, but that you can see updating throughout as you do good
or bad things.
The game is not nearly intelligent enough to
be allowed to grade you. If your offense makes three passes in a
possession, it give you credit for good ball movement. Even if all three
passes took place in a five second span, followed by one guy standing in place
dribbling for 10 seconds, then throwing up a contested shot (the game rewards
“hero ball” iso crap waaaay too often). The game penalizes you for what it
calls bad shot selection, bad attempts at steals and blocks, bad passes, not getting back in transition, but it’s all screwy. I’ve been penalized for bad shot selection for taking a 3-pointer when my team was down 10 with 30 seconds left.
I’ve been penalized for not getting back in transition, when the game decided
my character was going to stand and bitch about not getting a call. If it had
been up to me, he’d have been running, but the game would not allow me to make him run, then
docked me for it. One time, I grabbed a rebound, then my character sprained his
ankle on the landing, so he let go of the ball. So I was penalized for losing
the ball, even though my teammate Joakim Noah grabbed it. Then Noah stood there waiting for
me to stop hopping around before handing me the ball, just in time for us to lose
the ball because we didn’t get across halfcourt in 8 seconds. Since I was
holding the ball, I got tagged for the turnover, even though it’s Noah’s fault
for being a witless buffoon. That’s complete bullshit.
Which is another thing, your teammates are morons. I got
drafted by the Bulls, which you’d think would make things easy. But Mike
Dunleavy gets at least 2 shot clock violations per game, and Jimmy Butler
dribbles out of bounds roughly the same number of times (it’s funny how off the
game is from reality. It doesn’t think much of Butler, but Kobe and
Rondo are both still presented as being really good players). Gasol and Noah
will call for passes then turn away as I pass to them, leading to a turnover
(which gets pinned on me, rather than them). There is no way in hell Thibs would have named me starter when Rose got injured, not with Hinrich and
Aaron Brooks on the team. He definitely wouldn’t have left me starter over a
healthy Rose, or be playing me more minutes than anyone else. I was the third
worst player on the team, and I played the most. It makes no sense, given the
game will let me skip the parts where I’m sitting out. I’d be content to play
as a part of a bench unit, but while the game lets me discuss things with the
GM, “Play me fewer minutes” is not a topic option.
Which makes me wonder how
much of what’s happening is predetermined. Am I losing all the time because I
stink, or because the game thinks this is an interesting plotline to present me
with? Is that why Rose got hurt, so there was an excuse to make me starter? Are
my teammates going through those stretches where they screw up everything possible
because the CPU is trying to force me to take over? If it wants me to take
over, why does it penalize me when I try to do more, take more shots, gets
steals and blocks? Having my teammate grade go down for “bad” attempts at those
disincentivizes me to try. I’m better off just passing the ball to a teammate
and setting screens, since I get a little positive boost for that. Winning a
game only nets you 20 of the skill points you need to upgrade your player, but
getting an A+ teammate grade nets 175 points. How does that make sense?
I will say the game nailed the social media aspect of it.
There’s nothing like losing by 20 and having some dumbass opine it’s my fault,
because as the point guard, I should have grabbed more than 2 rebounds. Also,
Pharrell’s music selection was very good on the whole. There are a couple of
songs I don’t like, but overall, it’s good. I’ll sit in the menu screens for
awhile just to listen. Also because I’m trying to gather the nerve to play and
lose another frustrating game. The postgame press conference, where you're given an option of 4 answers to a specific question, can be fun, though there are times I want to type my own responses. Granting they'd mostly involve hurling expletives at my useless teammates, but it might help me move on to the next game.
The game lets you use skill points to try and boost your
attributes, but I can’t tell it helps. Sometimes it seems like the game
specifically tries to mock my attempts to improve my guy. I maxed out his
ability to Shoot in Traffic, and my next game I shot worse than I ever had
before, 2 for 16, almost all close-range shots. I max out my Hands score, I get
stripped going up for a shot the next game, by Enes freaking Kanter. Twice! The
only thing that guy knows about defense is he can’t play any. Forty games into
my third try at a rookie season (the first abandoned 10 games in, the second during an abysmal Rookie Showcase), I didn’t feel I had any better grasp of what I ought to be
doing to be successful. I wasn’t shooting consistently better (I still can’t
distinguish a difference between a “slightly early” shot release and a
“slightly late” one on free throws), or playing better defense. I couldn’t get guys to take
the open shots I got them consistently (I would have had twice as many assists
as I did if they’d just fucking shoot the 10 wide open 3-pointers I got them
each game). So I retired, citing not being good enough as the reason, though "I don't enjoy playing" would have been just as valid.
I'm on a 4th attempt, the first to last past the rookie season, and it's the same thing. I don't feel like I'm better. If anything, I think I'm getting worse. The game doesn't flow smoothly. The things I enjoy seeing when I watch basketball on TV, I can't replicate in the game, outside of sporadic moments. There was one game against the W2izards where I either stole the ball from John Wall or forced a turnover like 4 times in 3 minutes, to the point they subbed him out of the game for a few minutes. That was pretty cool, and I thought it meant I was figuring things out, but no, isolated incident. I still can't figure out what it wants from me. We had a playoff series against the Hornets, and in Game 7, I tried to take control. I took almost nothing but layups, and they kept rolling out. On defense, I tried to force Gerald Henderson and Lance Stephenson to beat us with 3s (neither is a good shooter from long-range, Stephenson shot 17 goddamn percent last season). Naturally they hit their 3s, and we lost. When things like that happen, I can't help concluding the game is cheating, and I have no clue what to do. I try passing to open teammates on fast breaks, they lose the ball, or brick the shot, and the computer inevitably scores going the other way. It starts to feel like one of those RPG boss fights you aren't supposed to win, but are expected to stay alive for a certain amount of time anyway. I hate those.
I think I've given up on NBA 2K15. It's frustrating to play, and frequently makes me want to either smash my controller, or kick my TV screen in.
3 comments:
So... wanting to smash your television screen... it's a bit like watching a real game?
Yeah, a little bit, with the added frustration I know I ought to be able to affect the outcome, but I can't.
It's okay. I continue to shout out the answers on Jeopardy, but no one ever listens.
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