On this day in 1985, the world’s favorite plumber was given his own game and from that moment on, my love affair with the husky, overall-wearing, video game God was born.
To say that Mario made me a real gamer is too easy, what Mario did, was make me a truly epic Geek who lived for her NES the way some people live for the return of the McRib.
How many valuable hours of my life have I wasted playing the Super Mario Bros. oeuvre?
So many that if I actually counted, I would probably go into a severe depression and want to kill myself because if I had concentrated on something other than Mario, I would probably making some real coin instead of head butting it.
Because of my deep feelings for this game, I cannot express my love for Mario in words, so I turn to song to do it for me:
Happy Birthday you Italian stereotype…I love you.