I love playing Skee-Ball. While I remember finding it years ago in penny arcades, it has become increasingly harder to find a game. Nowadays, it seems to be mainly a carnival game, set in the midway alongside games like ring tosses, Bust-the-Bottles, Crown and Anchor, and other such diversions. So I generally only get to play it if I’m at a fair or carnival midway. At least the prizes are now decent midway prizes instead of the tickets we used to have to collect to trade at the arcade counter for cheap stuff.
So yesterday, finding myself suddenly in Toronto (sorry, Toronto Dopers; it was quite sudden and will be a very short visit; otherwise I would have let you know), with the Canadian National Exhibition on and me finding myself with a couple of hours to fill, I decided to go to the Ex, as it is commonly called, and see what I could see. The Ex is an overgrown fair, held in Toronto every August, and features lots of interesting exhibits, music, competitions of the kind you might find at a fair (“Best Floral Arrangement”), and so on. Oh, and a midway.
Yep, you guessed what I did. I headed straight for the Skee-Ball. A few dollars later, I was walking away with a big stuffed toy dog. Problem was, I hadn’t satisfied my Skee-Ball craving, but the game operator told me I couldn’t play any more. “One prize per player per day,” was what the operator said. “And besides, you’re good at this.”
Okay, fine. Further down the midway, I could see another Skee-Ball game. I headed for it. Thankfully, the operator there didn’t recognize my stuffed dog as coming from another Skee-Ball game, and I was allowed to play.
Which I did, and soon had a big stuffed toy penguin. And I was walking away–the one prize per player policy again kicked in.
Being cut off from two games, and carrying two big stuffed toys, I decided it might be best if I didn’t try to seek out a third game. I still needed to get back to my hotel, and remembering how crowded Toronto’s public transit system could be at rush hour, which is when I had to head back, I was a little concerned at how I’d manage with three big stuffed toys. It would be hard enough with my two. So I wandered around and looked at a few exhibits. It was hot, and having a big stuffed toy under each arm didn’t help matters. Maybe it was time for a beer in one of the beer gardens.
So I had one of those. And I paid an outrageous price for a bottle of just-slightly-colder-than-lukewarm beer. And it occurred to me that the price I paid for that beer would buy me a few more games of Skee-Ball, if I could find an operator who would let me play… No. I finished my beer and headed for the exit. It was time to go.
But does anybody else like–or even remember playing–Skee-Ball? Or have any other favourite carnival games?