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Wiffle ball, from when the park dried out in the spring until fall basically. We had a league across the whole neighborhood with our own set of rules
I had the back of my heel scraped off from a guy covering me who was wearing steel toed construction boots. We didn't tackle playing in the street, but a favorite pass play was an out thrown just OOB where the receiver would hook his feet on the curb. We eventually moved to a grass field every Sunday, then just a Turkey Bowl till I was 45.Yeah. The safety factor is crazy to imagine. I remember if it was snowing we'd play tackle on the street.
Looking back, it is crazy to think of some the stuff that we did and survived. I rode my single speed bike down a steep hill behind Bowl-o-Rama and didn't handle the turn. I hit the curb and flew off the bike landing on someone's lawn. The homeowner ran out of the house thinking that I was injured or dead. But I was fine and got back on the bike and peddled home. I was probably 14 at the time. Good to be young.I forgot about Around the World. We played that, too.
Also had a wiffle ball field at my house. My dad cleared our side lot and built a garden, a blueberry bush pen and then build a wiffle ball field, complete with foul poles. We played pond hockey, swam and did a lot of things.
The dumbest things we did was climb about 30-40 feet up in a tree and jump to the next one. (We only did this a couple of times. Had one friend jump and the branch he grabbed broke. He fell about 15 feet before landing on another branch and snagging a different branch at the same time. He had a few bruises. I think back to the row of tree where we did this and how it had a stone wall below it and how that stone wall may have been there since colonial times.
That's wild. I was never allowed to use BB guns when I was a kid, so I could see how badly that could have gone lol.
I played family room football all the time too. Same rules as yours. But we called it "goal line"Your story brings back good memories of when I grew up next to you in Monroe. We did everything you did and then some.
Our house was “the house” where kids from around the neighborhood would come to play. Basketball, football and baseball were the primary games that seemed to happen from sun up to sun down. During summertime we would make up our own Summer Olympic Games and then we had the Winter Olympics during the winter months. Some of the events would consist of timed laps around the house, shot-putting with a croquet ball, bench and chair hurdling, fastest sled time down a hill, shooting a puck and many others.
Family room football was always a battle. Basically, the ball carrier had a 2yd. run to the couch and the defender had to stop him before he made it there. Either putting him to the floor or holding him up in place. Nerf basketball was also a constant where we picked a pro teams players and kept stats.
Between the broken windows, broken siding shingles, lamps, knick knacks our parents were awesome letting a us be kids and understanding when things would break.
Good times.
Didn’t that one elementary school rock the 8’ outdoor rims??I grew up in Newtown on a cul de sac. We played baseball at the end of the street. Wiffle ball in the backyard, basketball in the driveway, and pond hockey on a small pond in the woods. We also had streams, ponds and lakes for fishing within walking or biking distance from home. We used to box in our neighbors basement, and ride sleds down a trail through the woods. We also played full court low hoop basketball in one of the town parks. I also played some tennis on a clay court which was different. Newtown was an awesome place to grow up.
That is absolutely wild. What kind of bow/arrow was it? probably some serious bleeding from that, that is crazy.My brother shot me with a bow and f$#%ing arrow as a kid right in the thigh. He also gave me a concussion jousting on bikes with mops in the yard. And I still babysit this clowns two kids every Friday.
He posts on here but won't out his screen name to me. NOW IS YOUR CHANCE.
I grew up right behind St Augustine’s School. Played LL at Hyland. Swim lessons and the 0.25 golf card at Goodie. Graduated from HS in 85. What year were you?I was only three blocks from Hyland Park in Hartford. We played everything depending on the season.
We used to play double or nothing if we didn't have enough for baseball. We sometimes played with as little as two on a side and you had to choose your field, second base and over.
Played a lot of basketball, sandlot football, street hockey in the schoolyard.
When it was cold enough, we would go to the cemetery a half mile away and play ice hockey.
Built a bobsled run one year for our sledding and used those plastic boats to go down the run.
Also golfed a bunch at Goodwin Park with our golf cards for a quarter. Also swam at Goodwin.
We were always busy. Never spent time indoors if we could help it. Much different than today.
That is absolutely wild. What kind of bow/arrow was it? probably some serious bleeding from that, that is crazy.
We called that cream the carrierWe played a ton of wiffle ball. Had our own “custom” bats. Kept homerun totals. There was a tree in the middle of right field that was the “triple” tree. To this day I would bet I could strike 90% of you out.
Also, not proud of it, but we’d play “Smear the queer”. Fenced in spot, one football, 6-10 guys. Whoever had the football got basically murdered until someone else got the ball.
I graduated from South a decade before you. Gene and Joe Reilly were our gym teachers.I grew up right behind St Augustine’s School. Played LL at Hyland. Swim lessons and the 0.25 golf card at Goodie. Graduated from HS in 85. What year were you?
We called it Kill the Carrier.We called that cream the carrier
Joe was my gym teacher and Joe Jr was a freshman when I was a senior. I'm sure we know lots of common people.I graduated from South a decade before you. Gene and Joe Reilly were our gym teachers.
LOL. That reminds me. There was a auto mechanic at the corner of Kenneth and Maple Ave and the area behind it was all rock. We used to grab metal garbage can lids as shields and have rock fights. They usually went until someone's mom screamed from a porch or someone got hit really bad in the head. I have a scar on my forehead to this day from one.My brother shot me with a bow and f$#%ing arrow as a kid right in the thigh. He also gave me a concussion jousting on bikes with mops in the yard. And I still babysit this clowns two kids every Friday.
He posts on here but won't out his screen name to me. NOW IS YOUR CHANCE.
We did the same thing but with no shields and used these huge acorns from a certain oak tree. Lasted 2 years of great fun until 3 of us in the 3rd year were hit in the mouth and broke teeth. Parents put a quick stop to that game via chain saw action on that tree.LOL. That reminds me. There was a auto mechanic at the corner of Kenneth and Maple Ave and the area behind it was all rock. We used to grab metal garbage can lids as shields and have rock fights. They usually went until someone's mom screamed from a porch or someone got hit really bad in the head. I have a scar on my forehead to this day from one.
So funny. In like 18 months, I had ER visits for a sprained thumb, a concussion and stiches in 3 different spots on my head. DCS actually came to our house and interviewed my parents!We did the same thing but with no shields and used these huge acorns from a certain oak tree. Lasted 2 years of great fun until 3 of us in the 3rd year were hit in the mouth and broke teeth. Parents put a quick stop to that game via chain saw action on that tree.
We ran similar drills. I had Gene freshman year. One kid in my class forgot his sneakers so he had to hang from the pullup bar the entire period. Of course, he couldn't. Gene was more intense than Joe.Joe was my gym teacher and Joe Jr was a freshman when I was a senior. I'm sure we know lots of common people.
When I was a freshman, first day of gym class Joe Reilly was our teacher. He handed out street hockey sticks and we thought "cool" and he proceeded to teach us how to run military drills (present arms, right shoulder arms) and do push ups until we were exhausted.
That's still crazy lolIt wasn't a hunting arrow--it was a target arrow. Just one made for kids, but it definitely stuck in the meat of my thigh. Less-than-pleasant experience.