The mystery of teenage boys

I have always been of the "video games are evil" school of thought. Especially for teenagers or younger kids. But recently, to my surprise, I've started to see some small benefit to these games. It's the mystery of boys... I try so hard to grasp the concept of boys and they seem so foreign to me. But I'm working on it.
Jimmy spends a lot of time in his job just being with the teenagers. He goes every morning to their 1st period class. He goes to their PE class and plays with them. And he also has them frequently come over for youth parties. And even occasionally he'll have one of the boys come over here to the house just to hang out with Jimmy alone. And this is where the video games come in handy. See, if I were trying to bond with a teenager, I would sit down with them and talk. Well... that's what comes naturally to me. And if it were a teenage girl, that just might work. But it seems that teenage boys (in general) aren't wired that way.
For example, a boy, we'll call him Jonny, will come over here after school. He'll sit awkwardly on the couch, maybe he'll play with the dog or make faces at the baby. Sometimes I try to talk to him. But I always get monosyllabic answers to my questions.
But then Jimmy pulls out the X-box and some kind of weird teenage boy transformation occurs in front of my eyes. Shy, awkward, monosyllabic Jonny becomes confident, loud, and even arrogant Jonny. There is lots of friendly banter and trash talking. Lots of laughter, shoulder shoving, and cheers and boos depending on who is winning. And every once in awhile... every once in a great while all of those hours at the school playing PE with them, all of the hours in the backyard in Jimmy's homemade forge banging on hot metal with them, all the hours of video games and field trips and youth parties and camping trips pays off. And in between killing each other with swords (or whatever) I hear from my spot doing dishes in the kitchen something wonderful. Something like:
"Why is it important to wait till I'm married to have sex?"
"Does God really hate gays?"
"Why should I get baptized? Doesn't God know I'm committed to him?"
"What does it really say in the bible about jewelery?"
"Is God going to save Buddhists and Muslims?"
Etc...
And when I hear a question like this I marvel and the wisdom of my pastor-husband. He knew that all those hours would pay off. He knows about boys. And he may not have the answers to all of those questions, but he certainly is equipped to talk to them openly and honestly about whatever issues are in their hearts.
Issues, that are apparently easier to discuss after some kind of manly display of prowess.
Hmmmm... such a mystery...