No, I am a child of a different age. The age of 'The Square vs. The Circle.'
|State-of-the art tech back in 1975 when a pocket calculator weighed 80lbs. and was the size of a Buick Skylark.|
|Suck it, Atari! The Intellivision kicked you right in the joystick.|
|Pac-Man for the Atari 2600! Fun Not Included!|
Still, my thirst for a true arcade experience at home was not yet satiated. Even the superior ColecoVision which came a few years later could not compare to the thrill of spending countless summer hours at the many arcades on the Boardwalk in Wildwood, NJ. Ah, the constant blaring of disco music perfectly synchronized with seizure-inducing strobe lights! I must've pumped more quarters into that damn Dragon's Lair game to keep the economy of most third-world nations afloat.
Major Havoc was my first real love/hate relationship. I needed to play it. I couldn't stop. I got Carpal Tunnel Syndrome before they even had a name for it. It took me a long time to get over that addiction. Oh, sure there were other games... Bump'n'Jump, Venture, Mr. Do, BurgerTime, Tapper. None could drive me as batshit insane as the Major. However, as with all things, one day the machine was gone from the arcade and eventually, I got better. The Great Video Game Crash of '83 came and with it, my obsession. It would be another decade before I would own a home video game system.
As for the arcades themselves? Well, the games got more complicated and the kids got more militant about playing them. I found new and more interesting things to obsess over; Girls, comics, girls, movies, girls, music, girls, sci-fi, girls, the Internet...you get the idea.
American Classic Arcade Museum. I felt a wave of nostalgia pass over me like a cool breeze. For a little while, I was back on the boardwalk, not a care in the world except where my next roll of quarters was coming from. As I looked around the old machines, a familiar sight caught my eye. There it was...an original Major Havoc game, still in working order. I got some tokens and took a little trip back to the 80's.
F***ing game still pisses me off..
AMERICAN CLASSIC ARCADE MUSEUM - FACEBOOK ALBUM
*Of course, I moved to Las Vegas a decade later and never once sat down at a Blackjack table. Go figure.
**This information came from an article in my grade school newsletter, ironically titled Tommy Feeney Smells Bad, is Short and is Bad at Sports.