As I stared across the screen at my opponent's non-existent eyes with my own non-existent eyes, there was only a square white ball between us. When I heard the click that began the game, I knew that I was destined for success. Although just a small white rectangle, I knew I would accomplish big things.

But enough of my dreams for the future, the game had begun. Blip. Blip. With each blip, the game got more intense. If I could sweat, I would have been sweating. Back and forth across the screen, the square ball bounced. I slid up and down, never missing the ball.

My opponent slipped. The ball slid past him. One point for me. Round two lasted longer. Back and forth and back and forth. The game was getting intense, but after 34 times across the screen, the square ball passed the opposing rectangle.

This continued on for eight more intense rounds. The final score ended up being seven to three.

I had won the game of pong.