I have a traumatic carnival game story. When I was in high school, I had a crush on the cheerleading captain. My school went to Great Adventure in NJ and I drove down with my friends. She went on the bus. When I got there, I planned to win her a giant stuffed animal and present it to her. I was too shy and intimidated to ask her out during the school year. Since I was a great shooter, I figured the basketball game offered the best chance for me to win. I spent $25 on that same game (which was a ton to me), didn't win jack because of the tiny bouncy rims, missed out on the love of my life, ended up marrying the wrong woman, getting divorced, and giving up half of my money. All because of a rigged basketball shooting contest at Great Adventure. I hate you shooting game, I hate you!!!!!