While it can frustrate me, I typically love it as much as Life itself.
I have this posted at my gameroom website, and it about sums up my thoughts on pinball.
(This is how it started):
It all began in 1965 when – at the tender age of 8 – I was taken along by my Mother when she visited some friends who had a pinball game and a Coke machine in their family room – a very hip thing back in 'the Day.' I can still recall that as we left the house, I tugged on her coat sleeve and exclaimed, "... Some day Mom, I'm gonna have a house with a room just like THAT!"
In the late '60s and early '70s my parents were big into league bowling. Before the era of babysitters, what better place to stand around and watch the action? Our local bowling alley had a pinball machine and that cool Coca-Cola Vendo machine, that dispensed drinks in little triangular paper cups for 15 cents.
Bowling? Is there bowling going on in this place? Funny, I hadn't noticed.
"Can I have another quarter, Dad?"
(And this is where it's gone):
'I am indeed truly blessed.
In a world filled with so much poverty, hunger and illness, I'm able to - unlike many others - enjoy many of the games which delight me.
These colorful machines – with their detailed artwork and confounding principles of Physics – first amazed me as a young child. And they will amuse, confound, astonish and intrigue me until the very day I am gone from this Earth.
For almost ever, I found pinballs and arcade games - much like pets - to be a more agreeable and less confrontational sort of companionship than many people. (Especially during the cumulative two years of time I spent in hospital beds for knee surgeries, and the almost three years of time spent on crutches simply learning how to walk again).
Should I go, don't miss me when I'm no longer on the 'right side of the dirt.'
Just start-up a FREE PLAY GAME IN THE SKY for me, and know that I'll be just fine!'