How about Red Rover? Two groups of about five kids each would line up across from each other, with about 30 feet in between. Each team would stand together with their hands held tight. Each group would take turns calling the other teams members over one by one. “Red Rover, Red Rover, we call Tommy over”. “Tommy” would run as fast as possible toward the other team, and would try to break the chain. If he could not he would be “captured” and placed on the other teams chain.This would go on until there was no one left on a one team, thus declaring the other team the winner.
My brother and I were quite lucky to grow up surrounded by tons of children our age. Most Friday nights our parents would get together for cocktails at one of their friends houses. There would be eight or nine couples and all their children. When the cocktail party was at our house my father would set up a card table in the garage for all the kids with cokes and snacks and we were pretty much banished to the outside. We loved to play a game called “Sardines”. We’d give an “it” person about 3 minutes to hide in the yard while we all stayed in the garage. Then we’d yell “Sardines” and we’d all take off trying to find the “it” person. If you found the “it” person you’d nonchalantly sneak into their hiding place with them. The last person to find everyone would be “it” the next time. One time about seven of us were in an azalea hedge, trying to be quiet when my father came outside to pee. He started to pee in our hedge. This provided hours of amusement for all the kids (except my brother – who was mortified).
We in our neighborhood would get together and play a game called “Run sheep,run.” If I remember correctly we devided up into 2 groups. A leader would be chosen from each. The leader would take his group and hide them. Then go back to the other group and they would start looking. The leader of the hidden group would stay with them. As the looked the leader of the hidden group would call our prearranged color code to let them know if they were close or not. Such as yellow, yellow, meant they were going away ect. If and when they were discovered the leader yelled Run sheep run and we would all run back to base hoping to beat the other team home. Did anyone else play this and if so please correct any faulty memorys or deviations as to how you played.
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 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.
In elementary school at lunch recess on Long Island in the early 60’s, we used to play a game we called “Saloogie.” I have no idea where the name came from, but the game was essentially “keep away.” 2 teams, one trying to keep the ball(or shoe, or can) away from the other. The only rule was that there were no rules. We had a blast, and always returned from recess with bloody lips, noses, and knees.