Practically 0 hours these days, although it does vary, depending on how much free time I have available to spend.
The times I do play games nowadays usually come in small, intensive bursts. Months will go by without me even touching a game (both from lack of time and lack of interest), then there'll be a week or two where I spend a lot of my free time locked up at home playing games (usually these times occur when there's very little else competing for my attention, like when friends are out of town, etc. The last few years, it's almost always been during the summers, and invariably when I've been single, like now). The last such episode was a few weeks ago, I played through some old NES classics on an emulator, most notably Sweet Home, which I had a hell of a time with (no pun intended).
Its a weird thing, I don't even own a console anymore, a game, nor even a TV anymore (I hate watching 99.9% of what's on TV so I don't miss having one in the least: call me a weirdo if you want, I don't care), yet still I find that I do play a lot of games on occasion. For the classics I go with emulators, and when I play newer games, its at my brother's or a friend's house (the last time I played a new game was about a month ago, I visited my family and took the opportunity to blast through Resident Evil 5). Yeah, I'm a bit of a moocher that way: I like both having the cake and eating it too, which in this case amounts to not having a TV-set, consoles, and games clutter up much space at home and not having to spend much money on them myself and at the same time being able to play games now and then anyway. Its a great hypocritical pleasure to be able to say with a straight face "Nah dude, I don't spend much time or money on games anymore, just look at my apartment, I don't even have a TV!" and then still get some gaming groove on now and then. But even more than that, I guess its some sort of safety mechanism I have, because deep down, I'm aware that I still have a raging fanatical gamer trapped inside me that would go completely out of control and wreck large parts of my adult life if I just let him. Seriously, the times I lull myself into thinking that its not that bad and loose his reins even slightly, the maniac almost takes over, and before I know it, I wake up in a room full of empty coke and wine bottles and pizza cartons, wondering where the hell all that lovely free time I just had went, how I managed to let it go so far, and what I really gained as a person by letting it do so (other than the snug pleasure of going on gaming forums and bragging about how I can make it through Castlevania 1 without being hit even once!).
There's something strange about our gaming hobby. Despite the fact that there's always been nerdy pastimes for people to get themselves lost in, the potency and addictability of gaming seems to be unmatched outside of the realms of psychoactive substances and fanatical political/religious ideologies. The instant "reward" and interactivity of it works magic to pull us in (this is true the more flashy and interactive things get - I'm staying the hell away from MMORPGs for a reason, and I know better than to let myself be caught up in that gathering trophies and achievements nonsense, too). Its so easy to get hooked on games and stay hooked. And even if you notice that you've trapped yourself in this gravitational black hole of a time-sucker, resolve to free yourself from it, and then swear "I'm never touching the damn things ever again!", it still has an amazing ability to linger. The fact that I'm still here on this forum, keeping an eye on one element of the gaming experience I used to sink so much time into (namely, the music of games) shows that I'm still hooked in some sense... Its like I'm a junkie that has been off the stuff (mostly) for years, but still, I can't resist getting high off the fumes now and then, like my system craves it somehow after having been on it for like, what, 25 years? Its like a disease that has been mostly beaten back, but not quite... Biding it's time, looking for the right moment to seize upon to blaze up anew and take control.
Can anyone identify with the above, or am I just an extreme example? Maybe there's no point in thinking so much about it. Maybe calling it a "drug" or "disease" is just completely wrong: if I have a strong craving for it and like it when I do it, maybe its not something I should be resenting for stealing my time, but rather something I should just embrace fully and revel in without second thought for the consequences? After all, there are alcoholics that get so deep into their drinking habit and have their systems so readjusted to being pissed as being the "normal state" that the best option for them paradoxically enough becomes to just keep on chuggin', because if they stopped they might run the risk of drying up and dying, so why waste all that energy on freeing yourself from the stuff when you might already be too far gone and the best option is just to continue on down the road and focus on it's (*ehem*) better qualities? At the most basic level, I guess its an existential question about what to do with your time, what to fill it with, finding out what is meaningful/rewarding/etc. in your existence.
But never mind all that shit, I'm off to check out this Let's Play of Alone in the Dark 3. What a freaking crazy game this is, a survival horror Western with cowboy dudes turning into werewolves right and left! Good times... or is it?