The Continued Pussification of American Youth

So dooley, you're sayign Smear the Queer doesn't build character, it reveals it?

I can tell you one thing. No kid with a rat tail would make it out of a good game of Kill the Carrier alive.

 

Yes, we played a game similar called Angle Ball. Played in a basketball court, you played with however many kids were in class that day. One ball, you could shoot it in the basketball hoop for points based on where you threw it, or you could kick it in small soccer goals at either end. Rules were simple: You could run with the ball, dribble it, whatever. As soon as you were touched, you had three steps to stop and pass. The touching turned to pushing and pulling to tackling on the first day. Fights were common. But we had so much fun playing that game.

Floor hockey was cool, too. Sure, you got whacked in the shins and knees hard, but heck, the fun we had was well worth the pain.

Bombardment with the little yarn balls was a classic. One second you're minding your own business, the next you're trying to dodge 10 balls being hurled at your head and nuts.