But back then, especially at arcades, you couldn't simply save your game to a memory card when nature called. My co-worker ran the risk of losing his spot at the machine, or worse, losing his potential record-setting game. So, he did what any self-respecting gamer would do.
He wet his pants.
No worries, though! He only lived a few short blocks from the arcade, and business was slow that day.
The point here is that modern day gamers, with their advanced networking, wireless controllers, auto-save options, etc., just don't know what it was like to try and beat a game like Super Mario in one sitting.
And, hopefully, they don't know what it's like to run several blocks in urine-soaked pants, rejoicing at having beat Spy Hunter.
Next week: The Golden Age of Gaming, part two. And Matt Hobbs.
Chris Morris is a freelance reporter for Denton Publications. His column will appear regularly.