$@&?ing Zuma

A haiku:

Five dollar Zuma
Your color balls stopping a
Halo team deathmatch

I forgot about this game, much how I can only assume the brain of a recovering alcoholic blocks memories of bourbon, sweetest of all the brown liquors. Although it's a blast, I can't help but feel like I am slumming every time I play, what with all the top-shelf titles that have hit stores recently, and my living room in particular. If Master Chief could speak to me through my TV (and I'm not saying he can't), he would no doubt take on the tone of a spurned lover.