Ah, the days when they still had day games in the World Series.
Transistor radio in school(Roosevelt elementary on Mason St in GB-6th grade) listening to the Cards/Tigers in 1968. I remember being absolutely incredulous when the Tigers won game 7. There was no way Bob Gibson was going to lose. The sickest season pitching since cars had windshields. 304 innings pitched in 34 starts. 13 shutouts. He was not lifted for a replacement pitcher ONCE that season- only for pinch hitters.
Man, this has gotten me pumped up for the Series.
Mr. Dyzelski (Mr. D.) was my 7th grade( circa 1972) teacher at Bartlett Ave, Grade School in M'waukee and a HUGE sports fan.
He used to tell us if we behaved really, really good, he'd roll the black and white t.v. in to the classroom so we could watch the World Series-----little did we know it really didn't matter how we behaved---he was watching baseball.
After watching baseball, we went out onto the playground and watched antiworst eat his own boogers.
Not a chance.
Originally Posted by Tdog:
me and my brother's beds were on the other side of the wall behind the TV. based on something my Dad read or heard he put lead on the wall behind the TV so the evil rays would not penetrate us while sleeping. good times. and how about listening to AM radio until that wonder of wonders came around: FM!
In my 1967 Mustang I actually had a FM Converter. You would wire it into your fuse panel, take the antenna wire out of the AM, plug that into the FM Converter and use a jumper antenna wire between the AM and FM. Tune the AM radio to 1400 I think it was and presto, you had FM radio in your car. Pretty high tech back then.
In Juneau one boy per inning was allowed to listen to the game, after the inning he would report the results to the class and another lad would head to the cloakroom and his inning. This was in the late fifties.
That is too cool.
PP, what a great story! Collect these stories in a book fast, before they disappear!
Originally Posted by ammo:
Originally Posted by Tdog:
me and my brother's beds were on the other side of the wall behind the TV. based on something my Dad read or heard he put lead on the wall behind the TV so the evil rays would not penetrate us while sleeping. good times. and how about listening to AM radio until that wonder of wonders came around: FM!
In my 1967 Mustang I actually had a FM Converter. You would wire it into your fuse panel, take the antenna wire out of the AM, plug that into the FM Converter and use a jumper antenna wire between the AM and FM. Tune the AM radio to 1400 I think it was and presto, you had FM radio in your car. Pretty high tech back then.
Have to post the bad with the good here. Worst. Trade. Ever.
@jackeichsays: Oct 22, 1974: @packers trade 1st, 2nd and 3rd round draft pick in 1975, and 1st and 2nd in 1976 for Los Angeles Rams quarterback John Hadl.
@JeffAshPG: On this day 40 years ago, #Packers traded 5 draft picks to LA Rams for 34-year old QB John Hadl. Bad, bad deal. http://t.co/vpovRNqbi5
@JeffAshPG: In 22 games with #Packers in 1974 and 1975, QB John Hadl threw 9 TD passes and 29 interceptions. Packers went 7-12 in his 19 starts.
In Juneau one boy per inning was allowed to listen to the game, after the inning he would report the results to the class and another lad would head to the cloakroom and his inning. This was in the late fifties.
Just had to comment on the "cloakroom" reference...we called it that in grammar school as well. I always wondered, who wears a "cloak" to school? I don't remember ever seeing Barnabas Collins walking into my classroom.
Originally Posted by RochNyFan:
In Juneau one boy per inning was allowed to listen to the game, after the inning he would report the results to the class and another lad would head to the cloakroom and his inning. This was in the late fifties.
Just had to comment on the "cloakroom" reference...we called it that in grammar school as well. I always wondered, who wears a "cloak" to school?
B K ?
Good call. When Kiel has one of those days where all he can say is, "Heavens to purgatory!" he comes home, pours a libation, smokes some ciggies on the davenport and then goes up to change into a new suit to masturbate. He keeps those 'special' suits in the cloak room.
One of my Aunts was the first person I heard call a sofa a davenport. Accordingly, it was located in the Parlor.
I always had to go fetch something out of the icebox for my older relatives when I was a kid.
Sometimes. They'd usually sit out there with their libations before retiring to the parlor to watch a picture show. If I did a good job as their gopher, my grandfather would have me fetch his billfold for my pay.
Originally Posted by JJSD:
If I did a good job as their gopher, my grandfather would have me fetch his billfold for my pay.
Billfold !
You must be wealthy- all we got was the coin purse you elitist bastard
nailed it nater
Originally Posted by Herschel:
Sounds like quite the hootenanny.
Originally Posted by JJSD:
Good call. When Kiel has one of those days where all he can say is, "Heavens to purgatory!" he comes home, pours a libation, smokes some ciggies on the davenport and then goes up to change into a new suit to masturbate. He keeps those 'special' suits in the cloak room.
I always thought Kiel was more of a cape guy.
They were rich folk, they commissioned monks to transcribe whatever they needed duplicate of.
Originally Posted by Blair Kiel:
Mr. Dyzelski (Mr. D.) was my 7th grade( circa 1972) teacher at Bartlett Ave, Grade School in M'waukee and a HUGE sports fan.
He used to tell us if we behaved really, really good, he'd roll the black and white t.v. in to the classroom so we could watch the World Series-----little did we know it really didn't matter how we behaved---he was watching baseball.
After watching baseball, we went out onto the playground and watched antiworst eat his own boogers.
Bwahahahaha!!! That is freakin' HILARIOUS!!! 
OMG BK, you sure do make my day! I'm a little embarrassed but still kind of flattered that you think about me so much, but I understand. Your incredible wit is so inspiring to all young comics out there. How do you do it, seriously? Day in and day out, it's one joke after another!!! God bless Mr. Dyzelski. What a teacher!!! Have a good day BK. Can't WAIT to see tomorrow's installment!!!
Fedya, mimeograph ink was the greatest high a first-grader could experience! All the kids fought over who would do copies -- when they could get the teachers away from the mimeograph machine.
No; he used the water closet.quote:Did BK have to use the lavatory?
When I was a kid, my mom bought me dungarees....my dad wore trousers.
Originally Posted by RochNyFan:
When I was a kid, my mom bought me dungarees....my dad wore trousers.
And your mother wore army boots
you know...I never knew what that phrase meant when I was a kid....I had heard it said and people would get so mad...and I didn't know why....no one told me what it meant...then, Google came along...
I plead absolutely guilty to davenports, trousers, cloakrooms and masturbation.
Generally, we masturbated to pictures of antiworst's Mom in the cloakroom.
...and then got hand jobs from his sister on the playground.
Good times.
We called those antiworst's sisters lips.
You mean self-pollute.quote:Generally, we masturbated to pictures of antiworst's Mom in the cloakroom.
Who's going to bring up the "Hey, creepy" sound effect again?