Stupid Stuff We Did As Kids thread

[DanOregon]

AKA - Probably a suspension or a criminal charge today thread.

Had a friend who did this when I was a kid - never understood it or where the heck it came from. Until now

https://whereofonecanspeak.com/2017/03/15/apple-core-baltimore/


I also seem to remember a variation of touch football called Philly Eagle where you could pass it past the line of scrimmage and it could get pretty violent - kind of like Kill The Carrier (or the less PC name) but with sidelines. Fun stuff. But everytime I research it - all I get are posts about the Philadelphia Eagles.

 

[da man]

We just played tackle without pads or helmets. That seems pretty damn stupid in retrospect.

 

[User 150927]

Smear the ...... Which I guess was kill the carrier

Tackle football all the time

My brother and I would have match fights in the living room. It's exactly what it sounds like. We'd stand about 10 ft apart, each with a pack of matches. We'd tear match, then using our thumbs, flick it across the match pack and at each other. Sometimes they lit and sometimes they didn't. We never burned the house down.

Bloody knuckles. No one has heard of this so I think we made it up. It was a card game that however many points you lost by, the other player used the pack of cards and whacked the heck out of your knuckles till they bled.

Jumping off the roof of the house. Jumping off the top of the slide. Climbing onto the roof of the school next to my house.

 

[The Big Ragu]

Bloody knuckles. No one has heard of this so I think we made it up. It was a card game that however many points you lost by, the other player used the pack of cards and whacked the heck out of your knuckles till they bled.

We used to do this. I can't remember what we called it, I don't think it was "bloody knuckles" but same thing: you lost, however many points, you got that many whacks on your knuckles with the deck of cards -- which the other person angled to do maximum damage.

 

[Inky_Wretch]

Our version of Bloody Knuckles was laying a stiff plastic comb with a handle (it was the 1970s) across our hand. The handle stuck out past your knuckles and the end of the comb was against your wrist. The other player tried to grab the comb, twist it and rake the stiff teeth down your knuckles before you moved.

 

[The Big Ragu]

We weren't that sophisticated. We stuck to the simple, tried-and-true classics, like "kill the man with the ball."

 

[misterbc]

I'd play a form of what we called 'murder ball' but with bow and arrows. You would stand 50-60 yards away from your friend and shoot an arrow either at, or just to the side of him. Not at full draw on your bow or else it would be coming at, almost, a speed that you couldn't pick up the arrow in flight. The object, natch, was to not get hit but to come 'very close', like a foot or two away. We had red arrows with yellow feathers that we had painted up so they were easier to see and you didn't play it where someone had look into the sun. All of this was on a gopher hole filled field a few hundred yards away from my house that eventually became a shopping mall.
Double Jeopardy in that you had to worry about the arrows while not stepping in a gopher hole and breaking your leg.
Fun time, then we would smoke some Kool cigarettes afterward. 1967-68.

 

[MisterCreosote]

My three brothers and I spent an inordinate amount of time recreating pro wrestling matches to see if the moves/holds really hurt or not.

Among our findings: The figure-four doesn't really hurt. The flying elbow off the couch does.

 

[Songbird]

Collect bags full of ripe acorns and tennis racket them as hard as we could throughout the neighborhood.

 

[The Big Ragu]

I never did this. ... but I remember other kids shooting roman candles at each other.

 

[BTExpress]

Wasn't "stupid," but my local Putt-Putt hosted midnight tournaments once a month on Saturday nights. Here I am, a 15-year-old kid, playing miniature golf until 1:30 in the morning, when they would crown the winners of the three divisions. Afterward, we would get about 4-5 pairs and play best ball at $5 per game until about 3 a.m., at which time my dad (bless his heart) would come pick me up.

Those best-ball games are where my yips started. Lost $35 in one night (about two weeks of paper route money) and never regained my touch --- at my peak I averaged about 30-31 on the par-36 course with a low score of 24.

 

[DanOregon]

I loved staying out all night in line for concert tickets. A Genesis show in the Bay Area, I'm in line - maybe 20 spots back. I'm jacked - granted this was at the local Record Factory or whatever it was that was the Ticketmaster outlet. I see a buddy of mine, he goes to the 24-hour grocery in the same mall and shoplifts a bottle of schnaps, having a good ol time one minute, it's morning the next thing I know. Get to the front of the line, they give me two choices, About a third of the way up in line of the stage, or floor way back. I took the seats higher up. Good show - but the night in line was more fun. PS - Genesis added three more shows the next day. Do people even do this anymore or just head straight to the scalpers/I mean "premium seating agencies."