Don’t Tell Anyone, K?
Do you remember the moment when you realized that stomping on the turtle’s head a few extra times would get you “extra lives” in Super Mario Bros One? It was a truly amazing feeling because you actually thought you were the only one who knew the secret. Suddenly in your seven year-old mind, you were the coolest individual ever.
For a little over 24 hours you walked around like you were W. Mark Felt. Then after giving yourself sufficient time to applaud your ego, you told a couple of your friends over a game of teatherball. After you explained to them how to hit the turtle precisely on the right spot, you had them pinky swear they wouldn’t tell anyone. Then after the freeze bell went off and all the kids at recess stopped mid-four square and “froze,” your little secret keepers ran off and told the whole school. Obviously your friends weren’t named Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein.
Unfortunately, this feeling of Super Mario Bros domination didn’t last for too long for my siblings and I because my mom and dad took away our Nintendo after only 3 months because “us kids couldn’t act civilized while playing Zelda.” It was probably the best thing/worst thing that ever happened to my siblings and I. Best thing because it forced us away from zoning out our childhood and staring at a screen after school. Worst thing because we resorted to full contact Monopoly as our game of choice. I think I still have a scar on my face from the day I took Boardwalk and Park Place from Meester Ricky.
Why is Nintendo on my mind? Well, because I am trying to scrounge up a Power Pad and old school Nintendo somewhere (hello Ebay) because I think it might be an amazing workout. Screw Taebo. It’s back to the Power Pad days. And instead of a little yoga to cool down, I’ll go do a little duck hunting. (BTW: I will NOT be telling Ardy about this.) 
When people ask me if I play any sports I can proudly say, “Yes, I am actually a World Class Track Star and hunt game on the side.”
I’ve been fascinated with old board games lately. Recently, I have started to hold Guess Who competitions late night which have really turned out some true Guess Who geniuses. (Sometimes money is even involved.) One word: Franz.
Does your person have glasses??? 
BAM!!!
If you have immediate access to Candyland, call me up. We need to talk.
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What about Mall Madness? I obviously wasn’t allowed to own MM but I had a hookup.
Speaking of games, I’d like to publicly thank Geophph for ruining Connect Four for me forever.
I don’t know why the PowerPad faded away. I once mentioned the possibility of using a PowerPad-like floor keyboard for work, since I’m sick of sitting in a chair staring at my computer. That way I could type and exercise at the same time. Patent pending.
Look no further!!! This will make all of your dreams come true, although it comes with a price…a simple challenge is all I ask…you…me…and the brother’s. The Mario Brother’s that is…It’s on Lisa, you know why?…Because I still own the original Nintendo!! Yup! That’s right, it’s sits in my house with all of the original games by it’s side. Although, we may have to blow on the games a few times to get them to work…I think we’ll be able to manage…Ebay…see ya’. Unless, of course, I can get a fairly resonable price for my “O.N.’80″(original nintendo 1980). Nah! ha! What am I thinking, “PRICELESS!”
See you in Marioland Lis!
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Rememer when Oren Hammer and Graig used to go up to 7-11 to play Donket Knog? Just thought I’d throw that out there!!!
Well I remember when they used to play Donkey Kong but I am not sure if I remember them playing Donket Knog. Sounds like a fun game though. Especially since I am sure the K is silent.
Heidi, bring on the challenge. Just because you beat that girl in the one mile track race by cheating back in 6th grade doesn’t mean you have anything on me.
HEIDI: WORLD CLASS TRACK CHEATER.
Flashback 1992.
Heidi begins the one mile race around the track. She catches up to the #1 girl from the competing school. She runs up right beside her and says in her most convincing tone, “Hey let’s run together the whole way. Then we can both get first place.”
The naive little runner girl responds: “Cool. great idea!”
100 yards away from the finish line…Heidi picks up the pace – turns to the girl and says, “See ya.” Heidi sprints ahead of her and wins the Gold.
That little naive runner girl is probably still screwed up from that day.
Bring it on Heidi.
Gosh! you know, it seems as though no one can take a joke! you know…J-O-K-E!!
and, I know, I know, D-O-N-K-E-Y K-O-N-G!! yah, sometimes I just get so excited when I type that I send things without spell check!hee.hee.
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