A few years ago, Konami came out with a video game that revolutionized the way people play games.

Dance. Dance. Revolution.

Images of fat sweaty kids sitting too close to the television were starting to fade into the past. The arcade became a dance floor, the dance floor became a controller, and the controller became a gateway to healthier gaming.

Tweens all over the world were waiting in long lines to plunk grimy handfuls of quarters into the flashing contraption, which resembles a small disco dance floor mixed with a jukebox from the Jetsons.

Chances are, you’ve seen a Dance Dance Revolution (DDR if you’re a hipster) machine. The local arcade, bowling alley, Chuck E. Cheese’s, the mall, they seem to be popping up everywhere. As new versions of the game come out, the older machines are becoming more affordable. It will only be a matter of time before every Uncle Leo’s Pizza has got one booming in the lobby.

If you’re too embarrassed to try it in front of the hordes of tweenagers, there’s also a home version. I’ve got it. It’s awesome.

Anybody with a PlayStation 2 can have the complete setup in their living room (including the dance mat) for under $50.

There are many versions of the game, some just change the song listing, others add support for the EyeToy peripheral to include arm motions in your dance for a full body workout.

It’s like “Sweatin’ to the Oldies” but without the oldies. And lots more sweatin’.

I’ve been playing it on and off for a few months now and I’ve come to a depressing realization. No matter how much you think you’re improving, there are swarms of tiny humans out there that can dance circles around you.

I’ve compiled a list of videos of people that are better than me. Truncated, of course.

A baby.

A one legged guy.

Sheesh.