Imagine, if you will, it's 1997, the world is filled with questionable fashion choices, and you're at your buddy's house, controller in hand, ready to take down his highly questionable choice of the Maple Leafs. Welcome to NHL Breakaway 98, a sports game attempting to skate its way into your heart while being more 'crippled goose' than 'flying hawk'.
NHL Breakaway 98 introduces players to a momentum-based checking system, which is fancy talk for 'if you pile into someone at high speed, they go flying like a rag doll.' Players can flaunt their size, speed, and skill on the ice - although if you're hoping for smooth gameplay, you might be better off watching paint dry. Gameplay includes a Versus mode where your custom player names actually show up on the ice, provided your buddy doesn't take the liberty of naming them something like 'Puck Off'. You won't find any commentators blabbing about the game, but at least you'll hear a loud cheer when you score - which is apparently a big deal, unless you're on the receiving end of a blistering slapshot to the face.
Here's where things get a bit tricky. Graphics seem to straddle the line between 'hey, look, that's a hockey player!' and 'we worked on this with crayons.' The PS1's rendering struggles occasionally leave players looking like they'd just escaped a disaster at the nearest arcade. Some reviews raved about the detailed animations, while others reported that it looked akin to fighting over who gets to play the Attack of the Mutant Penguins slot on a Saturday afternoon. Either way, you might long for better days-or just need to squint a lot.
In summary, NHL Breakaway 98 is your friendly neighborhood 'not the best, but it'll do' skate around the rink. It clearly has its good parts, like the management mode and the exciting 'puck-check comedies', but unfortunately, many moments will leave players spinning on the ice like a couple of ten-pins. In the end, it's a mediocre experience that just doesn't quite cut the mustard in the crowded rink of hockey games. So grab a jersey, lace-up those skates, and prepare for a game that feels more like a friendly neighborhood brawl than a professional league match-at least your buddy will never let you forget it.