Drunken strength at the arcade
I went to the 810 Zone on the Plaza Saturday night.
We, or at least I, drank way too much beer while spending the entire time in the impressive arcade room. I showed off my amazing strengh on the punching bag machine.
We decided I was, pound for pound, the best boxer to ever approach the machine. Before my triumphant assault, the guys in the room wouldn't waste a second thinking they could kick my ass. They now cowered in fear. Skeptics claimed the machine benefitted someone my height, but that was a lie to cover their shame.
I displayed my herculean powers again when I dislodged the coin return door on one of the other arcade games. I was rewarded with a couple dollars worth of tokens and quarters that other weaker arcade goers couldn't recover.
I pointed out how shocking it was, with as far as arcade technology has come, that we're still relying on 1978 coin slots. The failure rate with these devices is still as high as ever. The slots arbitrarily refuse to except tokens and tease you with the always non-functioning red coin return button.
The Pac-Man/Ms. Pac-Man/Galaga game was predictably out of order. I would've been on banana level in no time on Ms. Pac-Man. It's my biggest regret of the night.
Labels: sports, video games
2 Comments:
i tried to play the punching game at kites this weekend, but it was broken. i immediately assumed that you had recently been to kites and broke the machine with your Sorbo strength.
I really should start reading your post daily. The last several have been really good. Laugh out loud good. Nice work!
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