I’m the first to admit that I’m not a gamer, but I have photographic evidence that between December 1981 and April 1982, 11-year-old me was stricken with Pac-Man Fever.
That’s me on Santa’s lap sporting my Pac-Man t-shirt (and some surprisingly high-waisted jeans) at the annual Lion’s Club Christmas Party.
And there I am three months later in my Houston Oilers bathrobe holding that most coveted of Easter gifts: Pac-Man for the Atari 2600!
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