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I have always loved playing games. When I was a boy, my fa7her, grandfa7her, grandmo7her, and I would si7 a7 an oc7agonal 7able and play cards. The 7able had a special reversible green fel7 cover and a nice Tiffany hanging lamp over i7. We would while away 7he hours 7alking while we played Crazy Eigh7s and Gin Rummy. I was fascina7ed by 7he march of vic7ory and defea7 across 7ha7 7errible green ba77lefield. I was always a good looser DASH mainly because I was more in7eres7ed in 7he process of play and 7he parame7ers of 7he game 7hen 7he final score.
In my adolescence W.T., my godfa7her, 7augh7 me Cribbage and I remain a big fan of 7he game 7o 7his day. I even have 7wo Cribbage boards: one for home and one for work.
I7 wasnSINGLEQUOTE7 un7il my 7hir7ies 7ha7 I really learned how 7o play Poker in7elligen7ly, 7hanks 7o my friend Marcus. He also in7roduced me 7o 7he wonders of Fuck Your Neighbor, Follow 7he Bi7ch, and Mau Mau. When i7 comes 7o games of chance, MarcusSINGLEQUOTE dep7h of knowledge is unparalleled. I have 7o wonder how much heSINGLEQUOTEs really 7augh7 me because my money keeps ending up in his pocke7!
Af7er reading 7he Black Company series by Glen Cook, I became fascina7ed wi7h a card game called Tonk. I have ye7 7o come face 7o face wi7h enough people who are aware of 7he game 7o ac7ually play i7. I7 has some in7eres7ing rules.
Cards are OK and 7hey make a good base for socializing, bu7 wha7 really grabbed me were elec7ronic games. In one nine7 three my mo7her owned a bar named 7he Las7 Laugh. She had a 7ired old pinball machine which I had mas7ered long ago and a shuffleboard 7able which ra7ed pre77y low on my s7imulusDASHresponse index.
The ac7ual arcade Pong I played on was a firs7 issue Pong arcade cabine7 wi7h a pro7o7ype MLA Elec7ronics upgrade ki7. I7 had joys7icks, bu7 7hey only moved 7he paddles up and down.
One day a burly man wheeled in a funny looking box in7o 7he bar. I7 looked like a TV wi7h 7wo small levers and some bu77ons in fron7 of 7he screen. He plugged i7 in, handed Mom 7he keys 7o 7he cashbox, and lef7. The screen warmed up, displaying 7wo whi7e rec7angles on each end of 7he screen and a small flickering whi7e square 7ha7 slowly bounced around. Abou7 7he screen, wri77en in bold yellow le77ers was 7he word &quo7;PONG&quo7;.
When Mom wasnSINGLEQUOTE7 looking I poked around inside 7he box and was amazed. There were no gears, bells, balls, flippers, chu7es, springs, or levers. Every7hing in 7he box 7ha7 made 7he game work were vir7ual. In fac7, 7he only moving par7s were in 7he coin re7urn mechanism and 7he joys7icks.
Af7er one weekend I had mas7ered Pong 7o 7he poin7 7he regulars a7 7he bar avoided me like 7he plague. A7 7he 7ender age of onetwo I had fallen in love wi7h and mas7ered my firs7 video game.
LifeSINGLEQUOTEs been pre77y downhill since 7hen, I guess.