The pinball disease

Doctor, it all began in the dusty lobby of a GoKart place, up near Sibbalds Point in Ontario.  You see, I was attending summer camp and we had weekly trips to the GoKarts.  These were fun, but I fell in love with a pinball machine in that old barn.  They had about three I recall, but this one was a lot of fun to play - baseball theme as I recall.  The sickness progressed when we went to Niagara Falls and played for a week in the arcade.  Ah the old arcade smells - its a memory trigger for sure.  This was a Bally Silverball Mania.  I always wondered how they got away with drawing those giant silver breasts on the metal chicks.  High school was the Black Knight in a bowling alley.  Like an upper deck?  Magna Save?  What sorcery was this?  University times I got hooked on the Williams Comet and Cyclone ... "RIDE THE FERRIS WHEEL".  And that brings me to today.  Machine no. 1 - A Congo.  Is there a cure, Doctor?