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Post by kaybli on Aug 4, 2024 9:58:45 GMT -5
lol, I always faked sick on rope climbing day because I didn't have the upper body strength to do it and I didn't want to look like a weakling in front of the girls. There were girls in your gym class??? Yea, this was the 90s. I'm 41. |
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Post by azbob643 on Aug 4, 2024 10:04:40 GMT -5
There were girls in your gym class??? Yea, this was the 90s. I'm 41. My wife still refers to her sneakers as "gym shoes". Now that I think about it, does anyone (beside myself) still call them "sneakers"? |
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Post by pippsheadache on Aug 4, 2024 10:05:45 GMT -5
Man, you had it soft in gym class Kaybli. We had to do things like climbing a rope up to the rafters in the gym or hard pitch with intent to injure dodgeball or crab soccer, which basically consisted of guys kicking each other in the kishkas while supposedly going for the ball. They probably don't allow that stuff anymore. It was fun while it lasted.đ lol, I always faked sick on rope climbing day because I didn't have the upper body strength to do it and I didn't want to look like a weakling in front of the girls. I hated the rope climb, as I think most guys did except for the handful who would go up like orangutans and then do chinups on the rafters. I could do it, but my hands got bloody and I had no faith at all in the so-called spotters who were paying no attention at all as you held on precariously forty feet above the gym floor. On the other hand at home we would happily use a "Tarzan Swing" over a back road and fall into a thicket of sticker bushes or crash into oak trees and laugh about it, so there wasn't much logic involved. I've long felt that it's a miracle that most boys aren't either killed or imprisoned for things they do in adolescence. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Aug 4, 2024 10:08:54 GMT -5
There were girls in your gym class??? Yea, this was the 90s. I'm 41. Wow, I didn't know they had unisex gym classes even in the 90s. I remember one time we had a joint boy/girl gym activity of hold-hands kickball where each couple operated as a unit. Now that I liked. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Aug 4, 2024 10:10:53 GMT -5
Yea, this was the 90s. I'm 41. My wife still refers to her sneakers as "gym shoes". Now that I think about it, does anyone (beside myself) still call them "sneakers"? I occasionally forget and call my hiking shoes sneakers as if they were old US Keds. But I think I've only done it in front of my wife. |
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Post by kaybli on Aug 4, 2024 10:12:18 GMT -5
lol, I always faked sick on rope climbing day because I didn't have the upper body strength to do it and I didn't want to look like a weakling in front of the girls. I hated the rope climb, as I think most guys did except for the handful who would go up like orangutans and then do chinups on the rafters. I could do it, but my hands got bloody and I had no faith at all in the so-called spotters who were paying no attention at all as you held on precariously forty feet above the gym floor. On the other hand at home we would happily use a "Tarzan Swing" over a back road and fall into a thicket of sticker bushes or crash into oak trees and laugh about it, so there wasn't much logic involved. I've long felt that it's a miracle that most boys aren't either killed or imprisoned for things they do in adolescence. Oh man if you heard all the shenanigans I did in my adolescence you would be shocked. Like you said I'm lucky to be alive and not in jail. |
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Post by azbob643 on Aug 4, 2024 10:14:21 GMT -5
Oh man if you heard all the shenanigans I did in my adolescence you would be shocked. Like you said I'm lucky to be alive and not in jail. Ditto... |
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Post by azbob643 on Aug 4, 2024 10:17:06 GMT -5
I occasionally forget and call my hiking shoes sneakers as if they were old US Keds. But I think I've only done it in front of my wife. I'd always assumed they were called sneakers because they were so quiet you could "sneak" around in them. Also called "tennis shoes" by some. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Aug 4, 2024 10:23:50 GMT -5
Oh man if you heard all the shenanigans I did in my adolescence you would be shocked. Like you said I'm lucky to be alive and not in jail. Ditto... Me three. Fortunately the statute of limitations has expired. |
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Post by inger on Aug 4, 2024 11:49:42 GMT -5
Gloria and I played in Doubles Bocce tournament yesterday and placed 4th. We beat one of the top two teams in the first round, but they came back to eliminate us in the fourth. Congratulations to "the Assassin"! Glad you had a great time! I remember playing bocce ball in gym glass during high school, good times. My school was too poor to buy bocce pins. It was a tough neighborhood. We all wanted to shoot each other, but. I one could afford a gun, so weâd buy .22 bullets and just throw them at each other. This one kid, big tough guy, he bought some .38 calibers and would just walk up to you and push them in you manually. God, we loved gym class. Actually, except for when we played softball, I hated gym class. I wasnât good at and didnât know the rules of the other sports. The first time a did a tackle in basketball I got some kind of penalty from the coach. I found quarterbacks to be easiest to tackle right after they threw the ball. But coach wanted to play some gay version called âtouchâ football. I wanted to play that with the girls. Hey! No hidden ball tricks! Iâm going have to check under that shirt! Soccer was such a sissy sport. I hated that. No hands allowed. Those, along with softball, were our only sports. Oh, almost forgot. Volleyball. Wimpy. And we had a cage ball, but even the coach had no idea how to play. We only got it out when it was freezing cold outside. I have no idea why. That was it. So the point is, Iâve heard of bocce, but never once have rolled a bocce ball in anger. Or in joy⊠|
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Post by inger on Aug 4, 2024 11:52:46 GMT -5
Man, you had it soft in gym class Kaybli. We had to do things like climbing a rope up to the rafters in the gym or hard pitch with intent to injure dodgeball or crab soccer, which basically consisted of guys kicking each other in the kishkas while supposedly going for the ball. They probably don't allow that stuff anymore. It was fun while it lasted.đ They used to play this on a childrenâs show when I was about 5. âLorenzoâ the clown would feign doing the exercises⊠|
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Post by inger on Aug 4, 2024 11:54:31 GMT -5
There were girls in your gym class??? Yea, this was the 90s. I'm 41. We shared a gym with the girls. Half court basketball, etc.. |
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Post by rizzuto on Aug 4, 2024 11:55:50 GMT -5
There were girls in your gym class??? Yea, this was the 90s. I'm 41. You keep that up, and you'll be older than me pretty soon.  |
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Post by inger on Aug 4, 2024 11:56:10 GMT -5
Yea, this was the 90s. I'm 41. My wife still refers to her sneakers as "gym shoes". Now that I think about it, does anyone (beside myself) still call them "sneakers"? Sneakers for sure. Must have been a regional thing, like soda or pop. Or a Soto pop đ„€âŠ |
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Post by azbob643 on Aug 4, 2024 12:00:29 GMT -5
They used to play this on a childrenâs show when I was about 5. âLorenzoâ the clown would feign doing the exercises⊠"Chicken Fat" was the theme song for JFK's physical fitness program. There was a year or two in which our "gym class" began with exercising to the shorter version. |
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