Before PlayStations, Xboxes, or even Game Boys, there was only one way to get your sports fix on the go: a chunky plastic rectangle filled with blinking red dots and dreams.
Iām talking about the Electronic FootballĀ andĀ BaseballĀ gamesāthe handheld kings of the late ā70s and early ā80s. They ran on 9-volt batteries andĀ looked like something you’d use to detonate dynamite, but once you fired one up? Instant magic.
Gameplay was simple in the same way Pong is āsimpleā:
- InĀ Football, you guided a lone red dash around blinking defenders, hoping to survive long enough to reach the end zone.
- InĀ Baseball, pitches came in at pixel speed, and your ābatterā was basically a tiny red LED praying for mercy.
The sound? Legendary. Just a relentless series of BEEPs, BOOPs, and the occasional ZZZAP! when you fumbled. These games were loud, proud, and completely impossible to sneak during math class. Teachers could hear a Mattel Football game from three rooms away.
And yet, we played them everywhereāin the car, under the covers, in church (sorry, Father OāMalley). A high score on one of these was treated with more reverence than most spelling bees.
Were they clunky? Yes. Did they have graphics? Not unless you count āa blinking red dot that kind of looked like a running back.ā But they wereĀ oursāa simpler, louder, slower, thumb-cramping joyride into pixelated sports greatness.
Before the touchscreen and the console wars, there were just kids, red dots, and the sweet sound of electronic victory.