I dug deeper into the hall closet in my New York apartment, still hoping to cobble together some kind of makeshift gaming set-up for the evening. In addition to the old Dreamcast, I discovered no less than three–yes, three–Super Nintendos, one original PlayStation (original PS1’s, by the way, were rendered in a hideous color that might be described as “old pubes”), and a first generation Xbox. Now, all I had to do was find the appropriate audio-visual connectors and A/C cords, and my battle-station would be fully operational. I rifled through my Big Box…