Dad was never big on vidya, he didn't like me or my brothers playing violent games, like Doom, Starcraft, or Diablo.
Shit, he was upset when he found out I was playing Goldeneye.
I was playing Doom and he wondered why I couldn't solve my differences without violence, as if I was fighting hell over a border dispute or resources, or they were communists, they are evil manifest as flesh, it's what they do, it's like trying to talk down the common cold, it's not on your ass because of politics, it's just what a virus does.
He shows concern over me and my brother liking violent games and rock music (this is a guy who grew up with The Rolling Stones, yet had a shitfit when my brother listened to Guns & Roses).
He also paniced when he learned I liked guns, and thought I was gonna go kill people, meanwhile, he's a hunter and did army service during the cold war (and to use /k/ parlance, he's the biggest fudd, thinks black rifles are only for murdering and MASSIVELY overestimates the difficulty of shooting handguns, because he pretty much only has experience with rifles)
Anyway, he played Blades Of Steel, would sometimes play with him, but I never liked sports much. He also played Space Cadet pinball on Windows computers, which I quite fancied himself.
He's grown SOME as a person, but he can be really unreasonable to talk to.