One of my earliest memories is of sitting in a bedroom that I shared with my younger brother, passing the controller back and forth with my father. I am uncertain as to whether he played any other games until I reached adulthood, at which point he developed an odd and amusing obsession with a basketball mini-game from Wii Sports Plus. I mention all of this because Retro Bowl is firmly situated in the Dad Zone. I mean, it is a game that can be played on the commode