"Everybody knows it'll drive you inSAAAAAAANE!"
I, for one, didn't know this. I was so incredibly into collecting Pogs in elementary school. Probably why I'm so inSAAAAAAANE! now.
I never understood the point of Pogs. Can anybody explain how this game was played?
There's two types of pieces: the regular ones and the slammers (heavier pogs, sometimes made of metal).
Two people pick out pogs from their collection, an equal amount or an assortment of equal value. The players stack up their pogs in a pile. A pog-toss decides who goes first. Then, the two players take turns throwing down their slammers onto the pile of pogs, sending them flying. The ones that land face-up are won by the player. Repeat ad infinitum.
I'm pretty sure that's how it goes. I found the game pretty stupid. I was a collector.
I had an OJ Simpson pog.
oh shit i had those Megaman pogs too
things were fucking awesome
I love how the caveman-thing sits down with the children, plays pogs with himself, and leaves. The execs couldnt keep their nose out of coke mountain long enough to finish the main fucking part of their pitch.
it's Alf. Remember Alf? He's back!
|Sean Robinson |
The point of pogs as a societal phenomenon was that it allowed children to gamble on things that the valued. Collecting was a disgusting, cowardly waste. You played in order to learn how to cheat and steal and find suckers and ruin them.
My grandmother was blind and had Jack Chick tracts read to her on a regular basis, so she outlawed Pogs and Snakes and Ladders, because she assumed they were both similar to Dungeons and Dragons.
Which, to be fair, Snakes and Ladders is.
|Goethe and ernie |
I still have hundreds of Pogs in a small box just next to my desk. Many of them were stolen from a kid I went to school with who's currently out in Iraq, maybe next time he's back in the country I should ask if he wants his Pogs back.
I still don't remember why I liked or collected these things. I guess that's the power of marketing and peer pressure on an innocent youth. Amazing how easy it was to convince millions of kids that they needed to collect tiny cardboard circles and throw things at them. HOURS OF FUN.
|Caminante Nocturno |
I remember these. My friends and I would put on leather jackets and shades and terrorize our local pog circuits with our unscrupulous tactics and terrifying cruelty.
|The Caffeine Kid |
Oh pogs. I have a bunch of Zoonies pogs.
I always keep Punkupine, Wordpecker, and Tattoocan on my desk so that nostalgia is never far.
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