Monday, September 06, 2010
Growing up in the lat 70's and early 80's, I was lucky enough to have the Atari 2600 (or the Atari VCS to those who had the original). I remember it like it was yesterday, opening that box on Christmas Eve night, after getting home from church. I practically jumped out of my skin when I saw the Atari logo on the box. I couldn't open the box quickly enough.
I remember my cousin and I playing Combat and Football for hours that first night. We vowed we'd never have to go to the arcade again, because now we had our own arcade. Of course, we ended up still going to the arcade because, well, the games were far cooler in the arcade. Don't get me wrong, I loved my Atari. And at times, I thought things couldn't get any better - like when Real Sports Football came out for the Atari - the players actually had helmets, and they looked like they were really running. We thought this would be as life-like as video games get.
Fast forward 30+ years, and we were proven wrong. But, still, the Atari will always have a place in my heart.