I’ve got a little confession: I fell for Valorant’s esports scene almost by accident. One late night, after another botched attempt at a Clutch in Silver rank, I stumbled into

I’ll never forget the first time I watched a live Call of Duty League match. The energy behind every play, casters shouting over wild comebacks, and that electric moment when

I didn’t really “get” esports until I tried explaining why my cousin was yelling at his phone at 2am; turns out, his favorite Singaporean pro was pulling off an insane

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