It was either 1989, 1990, or 1991.
Buried deep in a 2-story blue-carpeted house in suburban San Diego.
All of us kids were situated around a television and a Nintendo.
I saw their collection of video games. One of them was what appeared to be the original Super Mario Bros. game though bearing a different logo than the one I had a home. I thought maybe that the game was somehow different because of that logo. I was too scared to ask to play.
The only one who appeared to be allowed to play: MC Naval.
We all watched him pass level by level on this video game with a kid who had some kind of powers. It didn't look all that interesting to me.
He was something of a wizard with video games. Something that I thought about a lot when the time came for me to face Super Mario Bros 3 on my own. Where would MC Naval be then?
Only he could guarantee completion of the video game; I was too young to beat video games or go that far.
At that time when he was playing his video game, it seemed that Mario Bros. was the farthest thing from his mind despite the fact that his dad had the same name.
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