Russ and I battling on Sega Genesis and Nintendo.

The victor singing our version of a song lyric: "I like the way your mama works it, my

dick-ety."

Hockey '94 in dispute, but Madden Football stored records:

Had him 80 something wins to 20 something losses.

Russ would tell people we played even.

I'd say: "I can see you in ten years telling people we played even."

(Ten years later Russ was telling people we played even.)

Marathon bouts of Baseball Stars – American Dreams vs. Ninja Blacksox (“The Douchesox").

Until I was required to write a paper:

Russ clamoring for a best of seven; I locked the door.

Harassed from the hall; minutes of silence; then at the window sounds of a break-in.

One afternoon we started with a stopwatch on Super Mario Bros.

Bet $20 within two weeks I'd beat the game in under 6 ½ minutes.

That evening registered a 6:24.

He wrote a check; I didn't cash it – taped it to the wall for visitors to see, and keep him

nervous about the bank balance.

Alone during my lowest round of Nintendo Golf:

2 eagles, 15 birdies, 1 par; Minus 19.

Second shot on the Par 5 18th:

Faded a wood in over the trees to 12 feet.

Made the putt.