And then you had to go all the way back to Glass Joe.

Look at this picture. If you're, oh, about 34, which I turned on Wednesday, and you're a guy (not to stereotype, but, hey.), that image conjures up some painful memories, doesn't it? Like, perhaps the first sense of true, brutal, raging, before-memory-cards frustration that you'd ever experienced in your cushy young life? Yeah. It pretty much just took him two punches (admittedly, a fairly accurate representation of reality), a wink, and a positive aphorism about getting back on the horse, and you were done. I can still hear that keening wail that came with tiny Mac flying off the screen, mouth guard flying. This image actually came from a list of the most impossible old-school video games but I think this says it all. Best part: I never owned this cartridge, I rented it at the video store, weekend after weekend. Sad.