My (first) college roommate was preternaturally gifted at Street Fighter. His go-to avatar was Ryu/Ken (same guy really). And no matter what else happened, at the end, Eddie was victorious. He was equally as happy shooting fireballs, BYU-KENs, or just kicking the crap out of the other player. Whenever any of us would ask him to show us how to do it, he would gladly demonstrate it…by applying it. We called it the “Eddie Method.” The school that takes its fledgling students and “teaches” them greatness by being great.

My own strategy was to play Cheater Blanka and shock the crap out of him, eat his brain, then shock the crap out of him. I died by fireballs a lot.