Maybe Overwatch was bad. Maybe 2016 was a fluke and Blizzard's hero shooter wasn't worth spending the next eight years of my life sinking somewhere around 3,000 hours into it. Getting hooked from another planet by OG Roadhog or frozen solid by a Mei has me questioning why I ever thought this game had it all those years ago.
But then I get into a match where I'm the Roadhog or the Mei and the quirks of old Overwatch become a reminder of what it was like before rigorous balance changes snuffed out most of its charm.
