No, go get him. Tackle him, he’s got the ball… not me.
When I was little I had a tremendous group of childhood friends. We did many things together to keep ourselves busy. I was rarely home after the bus dropped me off from grade school. My books would find their home on the kitchen counter and then I’d run down the street to go play with my friends, without even removing my “school clothes”.
We played lots of games during my youth, whether it be hide and seek, bike tag, touch football, Ouija, butt ball, or smear the queer. Wait, smear the queer?
Yes, that was the name of a game we played when I was a kid. I have no clue where the name originated, but I knew the game well. Smear the Queer was like playing a vicious game of tag with a ball. One person carried a bag and would run away from the attackers. You would try to plow through them without hitting the ground, much like football. Why the person carrying the ball was referred to as a “queer”, I don’t get. I don’t think I fully knew what the word “queer” meant until I was in high school. This front yard classic allowed us boys to be boys and burn off nervous energy without chewing ice or chasing girls on our banana seat bikes.
If you thought Smear the Queer was bad a bad name, there’s one more though. I have trouble typing the name, Nigger Knock. Seriously, I hate typing it. Again, I haven’t a clue where the name originated. Actually, this was less of a game and more of a prank since you’d knock on someone’s door and then run before they could see your face. Do you suppose kids still ding dong ditch their neighbors? I only did it a few times because I felt horrible once the person arrived at the door.
Anyways, I have very fond memories of my childhood. Recently I’ve reconnected with many childhood friends via, you guessed it, Facebook. The positive memories are flooding my head space. The only negative is how these games acquired their names. Perhaps that’s what I get for growing up in a rather homogenous Seattle suburb.