Waiting for Speedway Fowler

We got a new TV a few months ago, to replace one that had suddenly stopped working (Costco's original return policy is - or was (it has since changed, but we were grandfathered in) - the greatest thing in all the western world), and, in rearranging the room to accomodate the new set, my teenaged son discovered the old Sega Dreamcast. Now, it's suddenly the coolest item in the house, and I have come home on more than one occasion to find all these kids in the back room playing Virtua Tennis, with the new Nintendo Wii lying silent and forlorn. Kids are strange.