One of the reasons I don't (or shouldn't) gamble is because I play the games of chance for the fun of them, not to win.
I'm better off in an arcade.
So during my trip to Vegas this week - during which I did not even play one nickel slot - I was happy to plunk $5.00 worth of quarters down, way in the back of the Riviera casino, to play some classic pinball machines.
Who knew the Pinball Hall of Fame had an annex collection on the north end of the Strip?
Far from any competition...
...in fact, far away from, really, anyone...
...I had those tables all to myself.
In this collection, the games dated back as far as the 1960s...
...showing a bit of wear...
...but showcasing a wide variety of illustration styles on the back board...
...which is really a work of art as much as the face of the table...
...and, of course, the game play.
You don't win anything back when you play pinball...
...except perhaps a sense of satisfaction (or, conversely, frustration)...
...but luckily you don't have to invest much in them, and their voices often egg you on.
It's as though the pinball machine wants you to win.
I bounced around to different machines, never mastering a single one...
...but the discovery of them, and the opportunity to play something with bells and lights...
...made my day.
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