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Was telling my kid about how I used to wear b-ball shorts under every fit I rocked just in case a game broke out. He looked at me dumbfounded. It sounded wild but it was also a testament to how outside we were back then. Literally running the streets from 9am til dark and a basketball/ football/ manhunt etc. game wasn’t out of the question at some point in the day. I learned to grill running the streets, we stole a grate from Lowe’s, bucked a lighter from the gas station, scooped out a deep hole on the ground, threw the grate down and would cook whatever our parents wouldn’t miss from the freezer. And snatched a couple beers from my friends alcoholic pops. The old days.
 
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Was telling my kid about how I used to wear b-ball shorts under every fit I rocked just in case a game broke out. He looked at me dumbfounded. It sounded wild but it was also a testament to how outside we were back then. Literally running the streets from 9am til dark and a basketball/ football/ manhunt etc. game wasn’t out of the question at some point in the day. I learned to grill running the streets, we stole a grate from Lowe’s, bucked a lighter from the gas station, scooped out a deep hole on the ground, threw the grate down and would cook whatever our parents wouldn’t miss from the freezer. And snatched a couple beers from my friends alcoholic pops. The old days.
Used to, huh?
 
I’m 100% with this - I grew up thinking that I didn’t like tea or coffee because of the absolutely terrible stuff my parents drank - tea that barely has any color and the worst instant coffee.

It was only when my new wife made me a cup that I realised that tea could be good. Even now if we have tea with my parents I have to have them pour theirs and leave it a good few minutes to develop some flavor. They also like both way too hot to be able to taste anything.

There’s a huge difference between a decent cup of tea or coffee and anything else - and it’s got nothing to do with cream or sugar.
Thank you for understanding what I was getting at and that it had nothing to do with “You say you don’t like tea?!?!?! Prove it to me!!” :lol:
 
Was telling my kid about how I used to wear b-ball shorts under every fit I rocked just in case a game broke out. He looked at me dumbfounded. It sounded wild but it was also a testament to how outside we were back then. Literally running the streets from 9am til dark and a basketball/ football/ manhunt etc. game wasn’t out of the question at some point in the day. I learned to grill running the streets, we stole a grate from Lowe’s, bucked a lighter from the gas station, scooped out a deep hole on the ground, threw the grate down and would cook whatever our parents wouldn’t miss from the freezer. And snatched a couple beers from my friends alcoholic pops. The old days.
I legit didn't stop late into my 30s. I stopped hooping regularly like 10 years before that 😂.

Outside is sad now nobody hoops outside all indoor, no kids ride bikes only crackheads, no street football, no kids even playing with the hose or sprinklers 🥹
 
I legit didn't stop late into my 30s. I stopped hooping regularly like 10 years before that 😂.

Outside is sad now nobody hoops outside all indoor, no kids ride bikes only crackheads, no street football, no kids even playing with the hose or sprinklers 🥹
Facts. These kids don’t know how to crack open a Johnny pump and make a hood pool. The city utility trucks used to come shut us down and kill the hydrant cuz we would run it off for hours. Good times. I hardly even see above ground fire hydrants anymore now that I think about it.
 
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I was talking with my daughter a while back how crazy it is to see these Stanley cups, sports drinks, even bottled water every where. She thinks I'm insane because I told her we'd drink from the hose from anybody's house only spending money on junk food from the ice cream truck 😂. Be out just doing **** all day after school until the lights came on. Sports, messing with girls, just running around all day. Itd be hot you see one of the neighbors out or just walk into one of your friends yards grab the hose wait for the hot water to finish and drink up 😂 you lucky if one of the parents home you getting snacks too.
 
Was telling my kid about how I used to wear b-ball shorts under every fit I rocked just in case a game broke out. He looked at me dumbfounded. It sounded wild but it was also a testament to how outside we were back then. Literally running the streets from 9am til dark and a basketball/ football/ manhunt etc. game wasn’t out of the question at some point in the day. I learned to grill running the streets, we stole a grate from Lowe’s, bucked a lighter from the gas station, scooped out a deep hole on the ground, threw the grate down and would cook whatever our parents wouldn’t miss from the freezer. And snatched a couple beers from my friends alcoholic pops. The old days.
I've said those exact words. This was so prolific, Im dissappointed none of these athletic companies never made a commercial where the game actually broke out.
 
Was telling my kid about how I used to wear b-ball shorts under every fit I rocked just in case a game broke out. He looked at me dumbfounded. It sounded wild but it was also a testament to how outside we were back then. Literally running the streets from 9am til dark and a basketball/ football/ manhunt etc. game wasn’t out of the question at some point in the day. I learned to grill running the streets, we stole a grate from Lowe’s, bucked a lighter from the gas station, scooped out a deep hole on the ground, threw the grate down and would cook whatever our parents wouldn’t miss from the freezer. And snatched a couple beers from my friends alcoholic pops. The old days.
Facts. It was mandatory to have some kind of shorts under our pants growing up. Let one of us start playing basketball. We're all ready. 3 flags up or a regular football game. We're all ready. One of us wants to foot race another. We were ready. Super soaker water gun battles between different streets\blocks. We were ready. One of our boys uncles let us use the pool. We were ready. Always Ready. Never wanted to be the odd kid left out. All that fun in a gang infested neighborhood. The good ol'days.
 
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