I saw my old man play Wii the other day. He both bowled and golfed in Wii Sports, and seemed to have a right good time doing it.
My dad isn't necessarily a stranger to videogames. He watches me play them a lot, and likes to laugh, say, when I play Dead or Alive Xtreme 2 and the womens' breasts heave and sway like Jell-O served on the North Atlantic during the perfect storm. Once upon a time, he even reviewed a game for the defunct Web site DailyRadar.com, possibly the finest 800 or so words ever written by a former paper factory man on the subject of Sega Marine Fishing for the Sega Dreamcast.
I guess there's something to this: