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Fred Thomas
What the hell is a play date?
When my daughter-in-law first told me about play dates I was amazed. Both kids and their parents make a date to play. What a concept! I tried to imagine what a play date would be like in the 1950's.
Buckeye fight: From their secret hideout - "Mom, you circle around to the left and try to hit Brian and his parents on top of the garage from behind. Don't drop your buckeyes and keep your garbage can lid shield up cause you could lose an eye". "Dad, you go to the right and I'll go up the middle. Try to hit Mr. Murphy in the nuts." Cling! clamg! climg! (sound of buckeyes hitting shields). EEEEEEEYOWWWW!!! (Scream). "Mom. I told you to keep your shield up".
Blowing the roof off the dugout: "Mom, you light the fuse and all the parents keep an eye out for the cops." 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1 KAAABOOOOM!!!! (sound of roof being blown off the baseball dugout with a 20 piece M-80 pipe bomb) "COPS!!! RUN!!!! EVERYONE SCATTER AND MEET BACK AT THE SECRET HIDEOUT!!!" EEEEEYOWWWWW!!!! (sound of women screaming) "I told you ladies not to wear high heels. Don't squeal on us when the cops catch you and give them a fake name". "Dad, how do expect to run in wing tips?"
Tackle football in the mud: "Dad, go straight out through the mud and Mom, do a button hook just in front of Mrs. Kelly and I'll try to hit you with a pass." READY SET HIKE SQUISH SQUISH SQUISH (Sound of wing tips running through the mud) "Nice catch Dad." CRUNNNCH EEEEEYOWWWWW! (sound of shoulder to groin tackle) "Dad, I know it hurts like hell and you're covered in mud, but we gained 20 yards. Now quit crying!!"
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