Ms. Pac-Man. Little kid me attempting to make a dent in the arcade's local high scores was... foolish, to say the least
I think I really started to commit to "getting good" during the fighting game craze of the 90s. Thoroughly learned the ins-and-outs of Street Fighter II, in particular. Arcade, SNES, Genesis, didn't matter - I was always ready to throw down with anyone, and adored a true challenge.
Win or lose, I did my best to learn and improve. It felt like a honest sport, in that regard. I won a bunch. I lost a bunch. But more importantly, I understood
why I lost, and knew what to look out for the next time.
I eventually won a tournament hosted by my local arcade. The prize? Two rolls of quarters! Which I promptly blew that same afternoon
Honorable mention goes to GoldenEye 007. Every day after class in high school, me and the buds would throw down for hours on end. Good friends, cheap beer, and bad weed - a winning teenage combination! Quite possibly the happiest times of my life, up to that point
