Tony Hawk's Proving Ground was one of my favorite games that I had for the console. As far as I know it hasn't been properly documented and no one is going to ask me nor give me their attention as they do other people with less interesting things to say. That absent minded hollowness that content objected patience and gratitutde for the margins that existed-none of which I feel to comfortable around, one of those being skater culture. It'd be nice if we all lived in an anonymous platform, but I haven't found one in Catalan. Unfortunately...besides that I did enjoy the game's mechanics and invincible character customization. It was deligthful, superb, acquiescent of gaming and skating. As it introduced me to a lot of brands I wish I had more of a developed mind to appreciate. I mean, I ran with one character, one save file-that type of gamer. I couldn't for some reason make multiple accounts, play it multiple times, everything had to fit into this spectacle-and games like this made it tolerable. The aggressive shoving, the on your feet approach to gameplay, and the customization really kicked ass. I liked it for the same reason I liked wrestling. The tricks or "moves". Pop-shove it. Ollie. Kickflips. Just to name a few are sort of still in tact. The classes or types, the people, how to spell bam's last name. Totally gone. It was the one skating game I could afford to cling on. It was dope. If I were to play it today I'd make a cool black dude with green hair and not the emo boy toy I was sort of trying to think was cool.