I still remember sitting cross-legged on a worn carpet, clutching a plastic joystick as Pac-Man beeped across a smudgy TV screen. Fast-forward to last spring: I found myself in a

I still laugh when I remember my uncle’s reaction to an esports tournament stream—the kind where the whole stage is lit up like a rocket launch, fingers darting across keyboards

I’ll never forget the first time I watched a BLAST event. There was something different; brighter lights, bold graphics on screen, the crowd standing shoulder to shoulder as the camera

Let me be honest; few things match the thrill of hearing an entire crowd of fans erupt the very moment a favorite player hoists a shining trophy overhead. In France,

Sometimes I catch myself smiling, remembering my first big gaming night in a Parisian student flat, cramped around an old monitor, voices soaring with every ridiculous CS:GO clutch. French esports

There’s just something magnetic about the French esports scene. I remember watching my first Counter-Strike tournament, hearing the crowd roar when a clutch play came from one of France Best