During LouArcEx I realized my wife is a hustler. First time either of us had played any given machine, I get off to a decent start while hers aren't so good.... in the spirit of friendly competition I feel relived that I should get a higher score, nyah nyah pbbbbt. Until those effing ball threes! I don't know how she turned it around all the time, but damn. More often than not, she came out on top...
...of course that meant the times that turnabout went to my favor were even sweeter. And I still have the consoling warm glow of the top score at home... for a little while at least, ha ha.
But really, the very appeal of pinball is that while you have some control, anything can happen when you least expect it. What fortune does the next ball hold?
Eventually you learn the difference between a gyp ball and a $#!t ball. Gyp balls are why the "ball save" feature was invented... so yeah, it happens. As opposed to when I have a $#!^ ball I know I effed up somehow and need to do better. And sometimes chance luck is a bitch. Either way you gotta roll with it.
From "just one more game!" to "just one more ball!", the possible outcomes are infinite, aren't they?