VHS is better until you want to watch Tron with your brother and a mutual friend late on a Friday night but the player in the bottom of the TV violently shoots the tape back out at you, making you too scared to use that player for a while.
Just kidding, VHS isn’t better, but the rest of the story is true, and perhaps my favorite story of my early-double-digit-years.
Imagine that, except the TV and VCR are above you on a stand thing mounted on the wall, so the projectile is like a bomb dropped on to the unassuming, helpless target.