The Nintendo Switch is by far the most disappointing console I have ever bought. Not because it is bad, per se but because I had such high hopes for the platform that it just totally failed to deliver on. I have been enamored with the idea of a portable home console since the original Gameboy came out in 1989. Even with the limitations of poor battery life, one of the worst monochrome LCD screens in existence, the inability to play in low light without a monstrosity of a battery-sucking, glare-inducing magnifier / light, the ability to take my NES favorites like Mario, Zelda, and Tetris was pure magic. With the exception of the ahead-of-its-time Sega Nomad, Handhelds always seemed like isolated ecosystems two generations behind the rest of the gaming world. Even the Vita felt closer to the most beautiful PS2 than a handheld PS3.
Enter the Nintendo Switch. Now, you have a home console that can be played anywhere. Handheld and home games are no longer separate experiences; the same game I play on the TV is the same game I play in the palm of my hand. This was my gaming Nirvana.