So a few years ago when I first got infected, I was out to purchase my very first table. I searched the interent resentlessly trying to find myself the perfect pin. At the time I was in love with Black Knight 2000, one of the first pics I had actually played during my pinball awakening. Within the month I had found it...the table I was searching for...within driving distance...at a reasonable price. I had rented the truck, taken the money out of the bank and was all ready for me and my comrades to adventure into PA to pick it up. Then I got the call. Tait, I can't sell you the pin. At the time he gave me what I thought were lame excuses. How could he pull out of the deal? How could he do this to me? I was crushed. I didn't understand. Just recently I had some problems with my 2nd pin I had ever bought, Capcoms BreakShot. A table with a fun atmosphere and a great story I had told on how I acquired it. She's been having problems. I have tried to pinpoint the errors but decided to trade her to someone who will take care of her. Tonight as I was packing her up, prepping her for her travel, I cried, thinking of my life without her, of the good times we had, and the void she would leave in my life. I know why that gentleman didn't sell me that pin just a few years ago. His excuses weren't lame. He loved that table. He wasn't ready to let it go. Now I understand. I think I get it now.