youngstown
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I never actually went on the road, so the title is just me being facetious.
When I was a pre-teen or so my parents bought a pop-up camper. The kind that you crank down while in transit. We took it to Wolf's Den Campground (in Knox, PA) one summer for a couple weeks or so the first year we had it. They had these huge water slides on the top of this hill and a pool area by the arcade. Ah, the arcade...
To this day my favorite arcade game is called "Truxxon". That was the original name for it, but I think it got renamed to Raiden. This was the game that always had the quarters lined up to the point where you didn't bother trying to get in line. Better off to just come back in the morning when the demand was less. Anyway, it was one of those spaceship shooter games where you beat the hell out of the Fire button and avoid asteroids and enemy fighter ships, and there was always a boss at the end of each level. In between levels, there was a little video of your spaceship landing, refueling, restocking ammo or bombs, but mostly it was to let the stinging of your fingers subside for a minute before the next pounding of that Fire button.
There was one kid who was incredible at this game. He was the "house pro" who played it like he was Minnesota Fats playing straights, with an entourage and nut-huggers and fans to go along with the analogy. I can actually picture a crowd of kids gathering around watching him play and cheering between levels, just like the movies portray arcades back in the day.
One of the days that kid (who was maybe 14 or 15, several years older than I was) walks in with his girlfriend. Cute brunette who smiled at me while standing behind him, so he couldn't see it. If only I was better at avoiding those asteroids, maybe I'd impress her. This must be the reason I always dated older women. Anyway, all joking aside, he was really something and was just as proud as he was talented. He was like Vincent the Kid at Stalker. But it turned out I wasn't playing arcade games this day. That's right, this arcade had a coin operated pool table, and they walked in while I was in the middle of a game and had several more quarters in my pocket.
So we played. It was early in the day so the usual teenage "railbirds" were still at the pool or basketball court. There was no attendant or worker at the arcade so it was just me and him. And her, of course.
Things were just not as easy for him in this particular game of skill. He was so good at eye hand coordination when it came to two-dimensional video games, but he wasn't very impressive with three-dimensional objects. The first game went very quick, so we started another. I made balls fairy easily and he actually told me to quit. Quit what? Making balls? No chance! He gave me another warning and I just laughed, since I didn't know what else to do. She even laughed. That's when we made eye contact and she smiled, and I smiled, and then he punched me right in the nose.
"Down goes Frazier!"
When I was a pre-teen or so my parents bought a pop-up camper. The kind that you crank down while in transit. We took it to Wolf's Den Campground (in Knox, PA) one summer for a couple weeks or so the first year we had it. They had these huge water slides on the top of this hill and a pool area by the arcade. Ah, the arcade...
To this day my favorite arcade game is called "Truxxon". That was the original name for it, but I think it got renamed to Raiden. This was the game that always had the quarters lined up to the point where you didn't bother trying to get in line. Better off to just come back in the morning when the demand was less. Anyway, it was one of those spaceship shooter games where you beat the hell out of the Fire button and avoid asteroids and enemy fighter ships, and there was always a boss at the end of each level. In between levels, there was a little video of your spaceship landing, refueling, restocking ammo or bombs, but mostly it was to let the stinging of your fingers subside for a minute before the next pounding of that Fire button.
There was one kid who was incredible at this game. He was the "house pro" who played it like he was Minnesota Fats playing straights, with an entourage and nut-huggers and fans to go along with the analogy. I can actually picture a crowd of kids gathering around watching him play and cheering between levels, just like the movies portray arcades back in the day.
One of the days that kid (who was maybe 14 or 15, several years older than I was) walks in with his girlfriend. Cute brunette who smiled at me while standing behind him, so he couldn't see it. If only I was better at avoiding those asteroids, maybe I'd impress her. This must be the reason I always dated older women. Anyway, all joking aside, he was really something and was just as proud as he was talented. He was like Vincent the Kid at Stalker. But it turned out I wasn't playing arcade games this day. That's right, this arcade had a coin operated pool table, and they walked in while I was in the middle of a game and had several more quarters in my pocket.
So we played. It was early in the day so the usual teenage "railbirds" were still at the pool or basketball court. There was no attendant or worker at the arcade so it was just me and him. And her, of course.
Things were just not as easy for him in this particular game of skill. He was so good at eye hand coordination when it came to two-dimensional video games, but he wasn't very impressive with three-dimensional objects. The first game went very quick, so we started another. I made balls fairy easily and he actually told me to quit. Quit what? Making balls? No chance! He gave me another warning and I just laughed, since I didn't know what else to do. She even laughed. That's when we made eye contact and she smiled, and I smiled, and then he punched me right in the nose.
"Down goes Frazier!"
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