In a windowless room under the stairs in his house, new Wild winger J.T. Brown leaned forward in a high-backed, green-trimmed chair, three computer monitors and a microphone in front of him.
Headphones on, right hand curved around a mouse, left-clicking away on a keyboard, Brown studied the screens, seemingly rambling to himself.
"There's no mushrooms here. Did they take them out?"
"I got high ground. I just don't know where they're coming from. You got eyes?"
"I just got Boogie-Bombed."
That last statement, uttered with disgust, came while a cartoon man who looks like the night sky — complete with shooting star revolving around his head — danced a disco for five seconds across the middle screen before taking a bullet and dying.
This online video game — Fortnite — has swept Brown and other young male professional athletes into a new level of obsession along with an estimated 125 million players worldwide.
As Brown played this past week in his own personal batcave — complete with noise-canceling foam on the walls so he doesn't disrupt his pregnant wife and young daughter — a framed poster from the Fortnite Celebrity Pro-Am, in which Brown competed, looked down on him. A purple Fortnite towel rested folded next to his keyboard.