A post that got no love when I first ran it in 2009. So let’s try again.
I grew up in a very sedate family. We weren’t joiners and we weren’t goers. So except for grocery night on Thursdays we were home, Dad hidden behind the afternoon paper and the rest of us in front of the television. On warm-weather weekends I mowed a couple lawns for a few extra dollars, and in the winter I shoveled several neighbors’ driveways for cash, but that didn’t fill the time so I read a lot. I didn’t appreciate all the time I had on my hands. What I wouldn’t do for that kind of time today!
Instead, I whined and complained about being bored. Mom would say, “If you’re that bored, you can (insert chore here).” I did a few extra chores before I learned to be less vocal about my boredom! Then Mom decided I needed to be more active and take an interest in sports. She never insisted, but I was bored enough to take her up on trying out for basketball a couple years, going to sports camp one summer, and joining a bowling league in high school.
I was a lousy bowler. And I didn’t much enjoy how I had to get to the bowling alley every week: on my bike, along a US highway, carrying my 14-pound ball. But I liked bowling league anyway because before and after I bowled I could play the games in the arcade room.
This was in the era when video games were just starting to crowd out pinball machines. I liked to zip around the field in Tempest, shooting the flippers, tankers, spikers, fuseballs, and pulsars (play a clone here), and I enjoyed chasing the vector-graphics tanks in Battlezone.
But I loved pinball. The bowling alley had one of the first electronic pinball games, the classic Black Knight. When you dropped a quarter into Black Knight, it growled, “The Black Knight will slay you!” And slay me it did, over and over again, its silver ball streaking across its bi-level play deck. But I got better and could play longer and longer on each quarter as I figured out the tricks to activate the Magna-Save electromagnet, enable multi-ball play, and win an extra ball (at which the game said, “Fight me again, Knight!”) I could happily spend all of my lawn-mowing money fighting Black Knight every week. What a great game!
Oh, yeah, and our team won the championship. One of my former teammates reminded me of that today.
