Minecraft, a game created by a racist Swedish guy with no friends has a universal appeal. It has been played by Swedes, racists, and people with no friends since its release in 2011. So basically, white people. The game has soared back into popularity because of the explosive Minecraft Movie. Everyone from little kids, teenagers, and grown men went to the theaters to bask in the nostalgia, relive cherished memories, and scream “chicken jockey” at the top of their lungs before assaulting the person next to them. All of this mirrored a minor South American soccer (football) game, except none of the profits were embezzled. Much like Shakespeare, the Minecraft Movie has also introduced new words into the English language. “Flint and steel” used to only be something your Boy Scout troop leader would say. But phrases like “chicken jockey” have left an indelible mark on the world. I mean, even The Phillipian wrote about it. In 69 years, when my grandchildren ask their senile, meth addict grandpa what life was like before the Greenland-India-Pakistan-Panama-Taiwan-China-Exeter-Russia War, I won’t tell them about the price of eggs ($4.20), my GPA (3.0, Andover-scale, rounded up to the nearest whole number) or the 2024 Andover Boys Football record (1-7). I’ll tell them about chicken jockey, about what a movie theater was like, and what being arrested in one for public urination was like too.
