December 6, 2014 by Leslie Anderson
It’s the doldrums of early winter, and I have one thing on my mind: pinball.
Pittsburgh offers a lot for pinball lovers such as myself: championship tournaments, the largest private collection of pinball tables, and a museum that offers all-you-can-play pinball for $10 on Friday nights.
The catch is that the museum gets too cold in the winter, so they close down. And that largest private collection of pinball is very private. It only opens once a year for the championships, where hobbyists are limited to the non-championship games. This happens mid-summer.
I’m staring down a long winter of no pinball.
That is, unless, I replace the dining room table with the special limited-edition Wizard of Oz Pinball. I’m tempted.