Flack
04-29-2007, 02:46 PM
(This is a slight retooling of a story I posted a few years ago right here on DP's forums.)
A few years ago, an old neighborhood pal of mine dropped by the house to visit and catch up on old times. While talking, my friend mentioned that his younger brother had begun collecting videogames. “You know, like those old Atari and NES games we used to play back in the day,” he said. With a grin on my face, I told my friend I had something to show him. I led him upstairs to my game room and flipped on the lights, revealing the thousands of videogames I have stacked upon shelves, lining each wall.
“I see you collect them too,” he laughed.
After talking about old games for a bit, my friend mentioned that he and his brother were searching for a specific old Nintendo game. It was a sports game that the two of them had played together as kids, but had since forgotten the name. In fact, he said, they couldn’t even remember if it was a football or a basketball game. The only real fact the two of them could remember was that the game starred a played named “Bubbo Breebo.”
The minute he said that name I burst out laughing, realizing exactly what they had remembered. I walked straight to my Nintendo collection, thumbed through a few rows or cartridges, and pulled out the game. I then inserted the game into my NES and powered on the system.
Up on the screen appeared the words “Double Dribble,” and in the best computerized voice the NES could muster, it said aloud, “Bubbo Breebo.”
I got such a kick out of the whole incident that I gave him the cartridge to give to his brother.
A few years ago, an old neighborhood pal of mine dropped by the house to visit and catch up on old times. While talking, my friend mentioned that his younger brother had begun collecting videogames. “You know, like those old Atari and NES games we used to play back in the day,” he said. With a grin on my face, I told my friend I had something to show him. I led him upstairs to my game room and flipped on the lights, revealing the thousands of videogames I have stacked upon shelves, lining each wall.
“I see you collect them too,” he laughed.
After talking about old games for a bit, my friend mentioned that he and his brother were searching for a specific old Nintendo game. It was a sports game that the two of them had played together as kids, but had since forgotten the name. In fact, he said, they couldn’t even remember if it was a football or a basketball game. The only real fact the two of them could remember was that the game starred a played named “Bubbo Breebo.”
The minute he said that name I burst out laughing, realizing exactly what they had remembered. I walked straight to my Nintendo collection, thumbed through a few rows or cartridges, and pulled out the game. I then inserted the game into my NES and powered on the system.
Up on the screen appeared the words “Double Dribble,” and in the best computerized voice the NES could muster, it said aloud, “Bubbo Breebo.”
I got such a kick out of the whole incident that I gave him the cartridge to give to his brother.