And when I went bowling, a gutter ball.Punchball, stickball, hardball, softball, basketball,
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And when I went bowling, a gutter ball.Punchball, stickball, hardball, softball, basketball,
A Pennsy Pinky?Punchball, stickball, hardball, softball, basketball, tag/freeze tag, hide & seek, riding bikes....We all never stopped moving. We were all mostly rail thin and in great physical shape.
I would love to know what you'd get back then in a place like Iowa if you asked a store owner for a spaldeen? Or a "clincher"?
Followed by a game of Hit The Penny afterwards with a "Spaldeen".
(Didn't take much to make us happy)
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Wow you are all so old. Glad I am only 29Punchball, stickball, hardball, softball, basketball, tag/freeze tag, hide & seek, riding bikes....We all never stopped moving. We were all mostly rail thin and in great physical shape.
I would love to know what you'd get back then in a place like Iowa if you asked a store owner for a spaldeen? Or a "clincher"?
I had heard of the games, but never played Johnny On A Pony or Ringalevio. And I agree with your other post above about using sawed off broom sticks in place of stickball bats. Our Moms often wondered WTF happened to their brooms. lol Of course you needed to add some black electrical tape to the broom sticks.DId you guys actually play Johnny on a Pony? I've never even seen that done.
City kids and Long Island kids were very different. One of the city kids moved in when we were preteens and it was like he was 10 years older than us. Cigarettes, stealing sips of daddy's booze, Playboy collection, etc. Shocking! Still haven't caught up .
Bigmoe is the last oneI had heard of the games, but never played Johnny On A Pony or Ringalevio. And I agree with your other post above about using sawed off broom sticks in place of stickball bats. Our Moms often wondered WTF happened to their brooms. lol Of course you needed to add some black electrical tape to the broom sticks.
And our version of stickball was against a wall with a painted strike zone, too. I never played the version in the street. That was reserved for touch football where we'd go blasting into cars, dent others with errant throws, and/or almost get killed making a catch into an intersection without looking for traffic.
My college friends and I were playing touch football in the street in front of McSorley's at around 2 AM and some spoilsport neighbor called the cops on us. Ah, the memories.That was reserved for touch football where we'd go blasting into cars, dent others with errant throws, and/or almost get killed making a catch into an intersection without looking for traffic.
That's an absolute classic. But now you have me thinking about the ale, cheese plate and the DOUR bartenders. I loved that place.My college friends and I were playing touch football in the street in front of McSorley's at around 2 AM and some spoilsport neighbor called the cops on us. Ah, the memories.
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I knew it they would not let you into Mcso rleys lolMy college friends and I were playing touch football in the street in front of McSorley's at around 2 AM and some spoilsport neighbor called the cops on us. Ah, the memories.
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It is a special place...vomit on the tables & allThat's an absolute classic. But now you have me thinking about the ale, cheese plate and the DOUR bartenders. I loved that place.
Got to know the bartenders well there years ago. one of my top three bars in the worldIt is a special place...vomit on the tables & all
I never puked in the place. But I have witnessed a few unfortunate souls in their agony. Several were drunken females who created much levity in our group. lolIt is a special place...vomit on the tables & all
I was just poking fun at the bartenders. Yeah, they were a gloomy bunch. But can you blame them with all the drunken slobs demanding refills? They were actually pretty cool once they knew you.Got to know the bartenders well there years ago. one of my top three bars in the world
Damn. E3rd between Ditmas and F here.Yeah, but what order? milk>seltzer>chocolate? Many opinions on this. I 've actually heard arguments over it. Mom's was milk>yoohoo (she was an amatuer artist, but culinary arts was not one of the arts she was good at)
Two more eggcreams from heaven:
The candy store with the counter off of E 2nd near M or N off Ocean parkway
The corner store underneath the LIRR at Woodside where you catch the 7 to Willits Pt
The only thing better is sitting at the counter while a milkshake is made in front of you on those old green Hamilton machines, they threw in some extra ice cream, a spoonful of malt, served in a glass in a pewter holder. If they are really cool, they'd leave the metal thing it was mixed in so you get the extra too. All best served with a copy of the lastest Sporting News to check out the Mets minor leaguers progress.
You missed the best one, putting the sprinkler cap on the Johnny pump in the summer, or just using a tin can to sray the water.Punchball, stickball, hardball, softball, basketball, tag/freeze tag, hide & seek, riding bikes....We all never stopped moving. We were all mostly rail thin and in great physical shape.
I would love to know what you'd get back then in a place like Iowa if you asked a store owner for a spaldeen? Or a "clincher"?
Played Johnny-On-The-Pony often. We were on a budget. We chipped in to buy a "Spaldeen", if we were short ,a Pennsy Pinkie would have to do. We also played, "Ring -A-Levio". Run, free your teammates, pretty much mindless. See below.DId you guys actually play Johnny on a Pony? I've never even seen that done.
City kids and Long Island kids were very different. One of the city kids moved in when we were preteens and it was like he was 10 years older than us. Cigarettes, stealing sips of daddy's booze, Playboy collection, etc. Shocking! Still haven't caught up .