We know you were once a great pong player Andy.

And later I came back to that familiar field of battle, a man where once a boy had stood.
Passing though the saloon doors of the local arcade in my old home town, youngsters looked up, wondering what the old timer could possibly want in this day and age of portable cd players, pagers, house music and Kylie Minogue fashion..
"I'm looking to play." I mentioned, a watchful eye on the rest as dust settled around my feet. From the back a shadow emerged.
"Wanna lay down some change, old man?" The boy, reflexes amped from years of jolt abuse by the looks of his acne, was cocky enough to give me an opening. Gesturing to the various arcades, as he casually flipped a quarter in the air, he stated
"Choose yer weapon, grandpa, cuz you're about to eat a bucket of humble pie."
His mistake.
Not mine.
"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arkanoid" I said in a steel voice.
He never knew it was what I trained on for
pong tournaments. The kid never saw it coming.
And another young gun bites the dust.
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