I was in EB Games today, and observed a young man no more than twelve years of age, with a wad of cash in his hand, and his mother in tow. He approached the counter, and in his yet-to-mature voice, asked the clerk for Blitz, the League. Recalling Bill Harris's rants in regard to the failure of the ESRB ratings system, I eagerly observed the transaction. The clerk looked at the mom, and advised her that this was a mature-rated game. Success! See, it does work!
The mother read the back of the box, verbalizing something about violence and drug use, and handed the box back to the clerk. Her little man in training basically said "pretty please," and she replied, "Oh, go ahead, it's not like I'm going to get the Mother of the Year Award."
No ma'am, you are not...
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