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Thursday night I found this bad boy in the back of our linen closet and yelled down the hall to McKay, "Hey, remember how we have a nintendo?!"

Needless to say, it has now found a perma place next to our TV, and I am already beginning to have that obsessive Tetris dream again. The one where I close my eyes and can still see the pieces in my mind. Or walking into a room and seeing the furniture as Tetris pieces and thinking of how I would make them all fit together. It's unhealthy, but it's a fact of life if you're going to play.

So on a Thursday night at 2am we're sitting on the living room floor playing Super Mario Brothers (the original) and we began to reminisce about the good old Nintendo days. The days when you could waste an entire afternoon with a friend, trying to figure out where the next level was in Zelda. Or getting to the Boomerang guy in Gunsmoke and handing the controller over to your sister to help you "get through this one part."

I remember being totally enthralled watching my brother play Nintendo when I was little. He was the master in my mind. I would watch him to try to pick up some pointers, so later when he was at football practice and I snuck into his room to play, I'd know what to do.

So here we are now. Two grown adults. Saying things like, "There's a free guy hidden in that brick!" and "Wait for the lava ball to pass, then jump!" Even after all these years...

Nothing beats the original, baby.