AR, I had the ALL-Star game too. I am also a child of the 50's and 60's. Had the electric football game too. Could never get those guys to run the right way though. Did anybody have the basketball game. It had a couple of backboards and hoops and the ball would roll around on the cardboard floor. It would finally settle into a hole and there was a spring activated thing that you pushed back and released to shoot the ball. These games all sound so backward compared to what they have today but we had fun with them on rainy days or nights. Of course most of the time was spent at the ball park playing something with a bunch of kids from the neighborhood. It makes me feel so bad today to see the ball fields all empty except for when a Little League Game or some other adult organized activity is planned. We didn't need the adults and I think we had more fun.
The 80's.....What a time
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Kosar, LMAO at the "timer" for your hockey games! Although I hear that is tough on microwaves when they are not cooking anything, although maybe just your timer ran without the "waves" LOL. The outdoor games were the best though, when the whole neighborhood would play till dark and then some. One great game we played was "Kick the Can". Usually a newbie would be "It". They would venture as far from the can (usually a gallon coffee can) as they dare, all the while spotting others and running back to the can to get them in"The Pen". "It" would put his foot on the can and yell "1-2-3 is see Johnny behind the bushes on the front porch" which would mean you've been busted. Off to the "Pen" you would go until one of the others out there could save you by......you guessed it, come running up and KICK the shit out of that CAN (LMAO just thinking about this) before Mr. "It" could get back to it and call him out. "It" would usually spout out...."1-2-3 I see Johnny coming to".......PUNT!!! goes the can and all the players are released from the Pen yelling and screamin and laughing as poor "It" has to retrieve that stupid can and put it back in the same spot before he could call someone out again:moon:
Poor "It"..... I think he liked all the attention though!!
The best part was when that can hit the pavement, it rattled around and made such a rucus, you had tears in your eyes cause you were laughing so hard!!:jump: Just in case you were wondering, the object of the game was to get all players in the pen, then the first one nabbed would become, "IT".....It didn't happen very often
Its too bad kids dont get in these types of games anymore. They think that stuff is "Stupid" and are beyond that. If they only knew the fun they were missing
Yes Times have Changed
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LMAO- AR182 & redsfann. I remember late 60's as a freshman in High School. 4 of us went in on a nickel bag- our first dope buy. We promised to watch out for each other so that after we smoked our first 'joint' one of us wouldn't be blinded by Staring at the Sun or Wandering in Traffic, (Shades of Reefer Madness.) We bought our stash from the Hippies in the park. Turned we got caught by one of our parents- his mom was doing laundry and found it in his front pocket. To add insult to injury- IT WAS OREGANO! My dad thought I was destined to be a junkie and my best friends dad screamed "OMG- You guys can't do anything right." Ph*ck!
After our sentencing- being grounded- we got out and planned our revenge. One friday night we chugged 3-4 beers and in our youthful minds our arms grew 20"- think Dave Draper! We confronted the same Hippies and they turned the tables. Guess the 20" arms turned to 20" bladders as they told us to 'Leave, Like Tomorrow!' Little did we know that God intervened earlier that day as these same 'freaks' had pulled the same trick on the local Bike Club. We were leaving as they were pulling up. I remember watching in awe, from a safe distance, as the bikers went thru the Love Generation like shit thru a goose. It really is a fond memory of us laughing on the grass, across the street seeing 'justice' administered.
Anytime after that if we saw any of those Hippies it was cause the bikers weren't around. Just the sound of a Harley brought a mass exodus of beads and long hair. I still recall seeing sandals left where the owner was running so fast they couldn't stay on.
After our sentencing- being grounded- we got out and planned our revenge. One friday night we chugged 3-4 beers and in our youthful minds our arms grew 20"- think Dave Draper! We confronted the same Hippies and they turned the tables. Guess the 20" arms turned to 20" bladders as they told us to 'Leave, Like Tomorrow!' Little did we know that God intervened earlier that day as these same 'freaks' had pulled the same trick on the local Bike Club. We were leaving as they were pulling up. I remember watching in awe, from a safe distance, as the bikers went thru the Love Generation like shit thru a goose. It really is a fond memory of us laughing on the grass, across the street seeing 'justice' administered.
Anytime after that if we saw any of those Hippies it was cause the bikers weren't around. Just the sound of a Harley brought a mass exodus of beads and long hair. I still recall seeing sandals left where the owner was running so fast they couldn't stay on.
