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anyone remember SPUD everyone…
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anyone remember SPUD everyone had a number and there was 1 “ghost nuymber” someone would throw a kickball in the air and scream a number, say “7”, well everyone would run as fast as they could, except “7” they would run tward the ball and pick it up and immidietly scream “SPUD” then everyone else would have to stop int heir tracks, and the “7” would have 3 steps to get as close to someone else as they could then throw the ball at them, if they hit them they got a letter S P U or D, and if you missed, you got the letter, once you get SPUD your out. and your number retires as a ghost number — if a ghost number is screamed its free game to anyone who wants to get the ball.
Loved buck buck.. Had the…
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We played ringalerio in…
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We played ringalerio in Howard Beach in the 1960s. It was played at lunch time in the schoolyard at Our Lady of Grace elemetary school. It was great – until someone got hurt and ringalerio was banned by the nuns. We still played after school for a long time. The rules were the defending team had to grab someone from the ‘it’ team and hold on until they said ‘ringalerio one two three’ three times. If you held on that person went to jail. You could free all your jailed team members by touching the jail before getting caught. When all of the ‘it’ team was in jail you switched sides. It was fun but also pretty brutal – lots of fat lips, skinned knees and bloody noses.
We used to play this every…
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We used to play this every night in the summer after dark. It was great because the Hillary’s had 12 kids and we had a ton of kids in the neighborhood. Someone would be “it” and everyone would go and hide. When the policeman found you, he’d say “Mary” come to court. Court was usually someone’s front stoop. You could “escape” if one of the “uncaught” people came and tapped you. Pretty risky business. The game was over when everyone was caught.
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Hey Guys…Anyone wanna play “Saloogie”? Hunnh?Well d’ya hunnh? Whadya…CHICKEN? (note:please add any number of F words anywhere and if I remember correctly…everywhere possible,to authenticate the mood). In Bensonhurst,Brooklyn NY the Saloogie championships “uda world” were held everyday after school despite “My Mother said”‘s hanging over all our heads! Johnny B.though had a “My Mother told my Father” hanging over his, so he was only lightly “Nayaad”and excused from the big game,(for a couple of days). Periodically (once a week)intensely hushed rumors would float over the court(down the other end of the block,just not in front of the school itself …the nuns)that an unknown team of players from God knows where(they didn’t go to our school)was coming to challenge us to a real game.So a serious intent to toughen up our play would result.They never did show up, but I’m sure they periodically toughened up their play in case we showed up one day,too.No one could stop us from playing,not admonitions from parents ,nuns or even “Shoo gidouta here stupid kids” from the ladies who lived in the houses we played in front of.It was addictive.It was a test of courage,agility(you had better be or if not you had better be fast)and most of all it was above all else a true measure of stupidity(why none of us got “run over” dashing in and out of parked cars,being chased by 2 or 3 ,being cut off by another or ambushed by the big slow guys amazes me still. Does anyone remember the ‘chicken’pass thrown too early when the other team got ALMOST too close.Status was acheived when you got caught by the other team and amidst the punches(no punchin’ inna face man)and elaborately named “moves” reputedly used by wrestlers … you got free!!!!!!!!!!! In the end a force greater than we could’ve ever imagined destroyed our game.Not weather(year round play … no problem,slippery ice evened the play for the slower guys),rain (Mothers wanted to give us umbrellas to take to school but were afraid we really would poke each others eyes out since once out of a mothers sight ‘mumbrellas’ magically turned into weapons ‘with a sharpened point man …see’,no not even Dads(a bit tricky that one)no it was……….shool uniform pants!The Nuns desperate to end ‘the shame of our school’ finally came up with something.They announced that any boy whose uniform pants were ripped or even patched too much (mine had 2or3 hardly noticable(thanks ma)neatly sewn repairs on each knee)would not be allowed in school.They had the priest mention it in chuch even.It put an end to the regular game…er,championship.We never did play those other guys…bu “we wouda creamed em” for sure.
when we were kids we used…
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when we were kids we used to play a game we called “dickball”- very simple rules; the bat was a little sawed off club called ‘the dick’ ( it was even labelled as such in black permanent marker on the side of it). play consisted of ‘juicing’ the end of the dick in the remains of a grapefruit, tossing it up in the air, admonishing the contestant, ‘don’t get the sh**** end of the dick”.. then the person who won the ‘dick toss’ was first to bat; ( the ‘ball’ was a crunched up empty beer or soda can). then the pitch. there really wasn’t any more to it than that. once in a while, play was momentarily interupted to let a car go by, then play was resumed. My favorite memory was whenever someone would hit a groundball and Jeff Haile would yell “nutroll!”… it sounds silly (and it was), but that’s just how it was.
It was in the Forties. Me…
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It was in the Forties. Me and two brother that lived near me used to play marbles all day. We lived in a court in Hollywood, and there was no area to play in. On the corner was a Mama-Papa grocerie store with about a 3 foot dirt area (parkway). We would score a circle, anti up a few marbles in the center, and take turns trying to shoot them out of the circle with a shooter marble (usually our most favorite). We also dig small holes in the parkway and shoot marbles to the holes, as in golf. We would usually play untill the the two brothers would fight, accusing each other of cheating. But we had fun.
I just heard about skully…
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I just heard about skully for the first time about a week ago talking to a guy who grew up in Brooklyn. In Philly we called it deadbox. I imagine it’s pretty much the same game with boxes 1 to 12 and the deadbox, always decorated with a skull and crossbones. It’s way funny how all the games were similar like buck-buck instead of Johnie on the Pony or whatever…but damn it they were all fun. Kids today don’t know how to play and how good clean and sometimes physical fun. whatever….