I was surprised to realize that all men (some women, too?) share a common connection - a common link that bonds us together. Just discussing this subject took an entire lunch this week; feelings ran that deep. And that link is this: Every several years, we must return to our favorite video game and beat it again, in what can best be described as a spiritual experience. It's like a pilgrimage to a holy land, or Vulcans having to mate every seven years. It's just an irresistible draw to do something and scratch an itch. And for me, this tradition will take place this week. I expect it will consume approximately six hours.
For me, the game that calls in the night is The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past, for Super Nintendo. This is the game that just changed my life growing up; it was that awesome. Who played the game and wouldn't remember the seamless blending of the Light World and Dark World? The Master Sword? Finding the Flute in the Grove? No one, that's who.
And for those who enjoyed systems a bit before my time, let's also give a shout-out to the game that still wakes my father in a cold sweat from time to time - and that game is Dragon's Lair. Yes, I'm talking about that Dragon's Lair game - the one on Laserdisc that was way ahead of its time that you can no longer find anywhere. Man, I think the only reason we even went to the Jersey Shore as youngsters was so that he could find that machine on the boardwalk and play for hours.
So to all those people out there who share their burning of the blood, I salute you.