An old blogpal of mine once told me that my best posts are when I tell stories of my past. Okay, I'll indulge. After all this "happy dad" crap I've been posting, it's time to go into the Spartacus Way Back machine.
What inspired this entry is a recent post by MauiGirl about the New York City Public Schools Athletic Association's inclusion of Double Dutch as an officially sanctioned sport. Like her, I remember this activity fondly; but only because I was always one of those jackass boys who would try and jump into the moving ropes while my sister and her friends were taking their turns. Hey! What brother wasn't a jackass or an asshat or some kind of an *ass to his sister?
But Mauigirl also laments the fact that these games have lost out to more passive activities like video-game playing, chatting on AIM, and hitting social networking sites like Facebook and MySpace. (Sorry, but those sites don't need any linking here...)
She wrote:
Making something a competitive sport doesn't mean it will result in more kids getting exercise. What happens is they get driven to the site where the sport takes place; parents must provide snacks for their kids and their friends to eat afterward; kids jump for a short period of time and then their round is over. It's not like the old days when a bunch of friends would gather in a seldom-used street and jump rope all afternoon just for the fun of it, and get real exercise.
She makes a good point here. Even though my kids get out of the house plenty, it's nowhere near the amount of time I spent outside the house playing games back in the 1970s. And growing up poor in the East Village of Manhattan, you learn to get pretty inventive with the games you play.
Some you've heard of before -- Stickball, Handball, Whiffleball, Red Rover and Spin The Bottle are but a few.
A staple of many of the games I played was a pink rubber ball known as the Spaldeen, made by the Spalding®. But spaldeen games are all variations of baseball, so I'll leave those for another post. The games I'm covering here required a great deal of skill, balance, ingenuity, speed, agility, and a tolerance for brutality.
Ah, Let the games begin. Shall we?
Skelsies - I played this game quite a bit in the summer. I lived in Jacob Riis Houses where the skelsie boards like the one on t
he right were painted onto the asphalt yards between buildings. All you need to play is a ketchup bottle or pickle jar cap, and a good eye for angles. The caps were typically filled with melted wax or crayon. The crayon melts were cool because you could make some pretty neat designs with them.
The object of the game was to shoot your cap into each succeeding box, the winner being the first to reach box 13. The cap must be completely inside the box before you can shoot to the next one. But the game's not as easy as it looks. For one, you can prevent opponents from reaching a box by knocking them out of the way. The way we used to play at Jacob Riis was if you called "kicksies", you can kick someone's cap across the yard if happened to be near yours after a successfully entering a box. Another challenge was avoiding the trapezoidal areas around box 13. Those were the penalty boxes. Land in there with your cap and you lose a turn. We didn't use numbers in our boxes. As I recall, you had to wait a turn or two before you can shoot out of the trapezoid, or you can resume playing if someone was stupid enough to knock you out of one.
Kick The Can - I have a special place in my heart for this game because of kid I knew named Edgardo who was always "it." This game is very similar to hide-and-go-seek except that it's played with a beer or soda can. The game starts w
ith everyone rushing to find a can; the last one to find a can (usually Edgardo) was "it." The first person to find a can was given the honor of being the first to kick or toss the can far enough away for the rest of the group to hide while the "it" person retrieves the can. The "it" kid would then try to find the players who were hiding.
The "it" person captured you by tapping the can on the ground and saying "Tap, tap, tap, I see Spartacus behind a tree. One, two, three. One, two, three. Once found, you sat on the "base" bench and waited for someone to rescue you by kicking the can. The "it" guy wins by capturing everyone hiding; the new "it" person being the first person captured. What made this game a hoot for us was when Edgardo was "it". My friends and I would always hide together in the same spot, allowing one or two of us to be captured, before we'd all come out and bum rush the can. I swear, you had to see the desperation on Edgardo's face as he tried to tap us all out. We tortured him. He's probably going through some serious therapy sessions from all those times he was "it". Oh Edgardo, I'm sorry. But damn it what a pisser this game was when you were it.
Okay, you can stop reading here if you're not into brutal acts of violence committed in the name of fun. The next two games make scenes from
Los Olvidados look tame.
Hot Peas And Butter - This was one of those stealthy games best played at night. The game required a leather belt, a place to hide it, a safe location called the "base" and lots of speed. If you owned the belt, you got to hide it first while the other players waited at the base. Once hidden, the belt-hider would call out "hot peas and butter, come and get your supper" to begin this masochistic search. The hider would then direct seekers to the hiding spot by telling them whether they were hot or cold. The closer they got to finding the belt, the more animated the hider became. "You're cold. Your getting warmer. You're hot. You're hotter. You're BOILING!!!!!" Can you guess what happens next? Yup! That's right. The person finding the belt gets to chase and whip the shit out of anybody who can't make it back to home base. The best part about this game was the sheer terror derived from seeking the belt.
I swear this game was like a urban version of lions hunting antelope on an African plain. It's easy to see why this game fell out of favor. It was sanctioned corporal punishment. But damn it, if you didn't get a good cardio workout out of running from a good ol' ass-whoopin.
Johnny On The Pony - I saved the best game for last. This is the quintessential "ball-less" team game. It required about five players a side for 
it to be worthwhile; the more players the better. I recall playing this game as a high school in my junior and senior years in the yard at lunch with as many as 12 kids a side. And these were big kids, too. The team designated as the pony would line up, perpendicular to a wall. One player would stand resting his (or her) back against the wall and act as the pillow allowing the next player to bend at the waist and brace against the "pillow". Each succeeding player would do the same, bending over to wrap their arms around the waist of the player bent before them. The opposing team would then run, one at a time, from a distance of 20-30 feet and vault onto the pony in an attempt to break the pony or ride it until the words "Johnny On The Pony. One. Two. Three." can be repeated three times. Break it or ride it and your team wins. Fall off and your team becomes the pony. Believe it or not players fell off the pony as often as the pony broke. And that's where it gets bloody. Like I said, some of these guys are big. Can you imagine having a 200-pound behemoth fall on a 140-pound 11th grade body? I can because this happened to me. Alot. Thankfully, I suffered no broken bones, but many happy lacerations, scrapes and bruises.
That's all I got for tonight kids. There are more games I played as a kid. These just happened to be the ones I remember best. I would love to hear about your kid games stories.
(h/t to Mauigirl and my special blog friend...)
