Cubby.

This morning I went to my dad’s house to help clean out the cubby underneath the stairs. There were several boxes and containers full of my and my siblings’ old toys, and Dad decided that the time has come to decide what to do with them. I voted for the incinerator, but apparently my brother and sisters have some say.

It had been a very long time since I’d been under the stairs, as evidenced by how difficult it was to maneuver in the cubby–used to be that all four of us could sit comfortably in small chairs and use it as a club house. Also, I’d forgotten that my sisters had scrawled “NKOTB” all over the cubby walls, which puts us back in the mid-to-late 1980s.

Among the artifacts found:

A functional Lite-Brite, with bulbs and paper. A massive red Lego suitcase full of Legos. A plastic mini-foot locker full of magic tricks. A trick multicolored handkerchief. Two frisbees. A plastic football with the plastic laces torn off. A green plastic mini-football. Mini-soccer balls. Penny banks full of pennies and dice. Hot Wheels cars. A navy blue pinewood derby car with “Bears” and “#34″ painted in orange on the side, no wheels.

An intact “Operation” board game. Jenga. A Choose Your Own Adventure book. A Be an Interplanetary Spy (”Better than a video game!”) book. A “Pac-Man” board game. A “Donkey Kong” board game. A math game. Garfield pick-up sticks. A “Mastermind” game. A “Concentration” game.

Two foamcore science project backboards, including the one from my senior year which doesn’t seem to have any “Results” section. A ViewMaster. My sister’s diary. Magnetic letters. A small schooldesk. Transformers. Gobots, which were the lame version of Transformers. Voltron–the lions version, not the car/plane/whatever version.

A plastic toy chest shaped like an elephant, full of stuffed animals. A plastic toy chest shaped like a huge yellow Ike head, also full of stuffed animals. Rabbit dolls. Dolls holding rabbit dolls. Holly Hobbie dolls and paraphernalia. Strawberry Shortcake. Snuffle-Upagus. Cookie Monster (or is it “The Cookie Monster”?). An Ernie puppet. Thumb wrestlers shaped like Hulk Hogan. Thumb wrestlers shaped like Nerds candy.

Plastic tanks sans turrets. Plastic turrets sans tanks. Toy Uzi submachine guns that gave off smoke. The battery clip for the toy Uzis. Hundreds of small WWII army men. A few dozen Civil War army men. GI Joes. Two Dragonfly helicopters, both missing rotors. Plastic jets. Plastic missiles fired by plastic jets. My dad’s leather toy gun holster. A toy bolt-action rifle with the bolt broken off. Pizzas shot from a vehicle used by the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Alas, no Etch-A-Sketch or Rubik’s Cube… but there was some talk of hooking up the old Commodore 64 to see whether any of the 5 1/4″ disks still work.

It occurred to me that game consoles and computers take up a lot less space than toyboxes do. Now I understand why “Army Men” makes sense as a video game.

4 Responses to “Cubby.”

  1. Doctor Hmnahmna Says:
    March 21st, 2007 at 6:38 AM

So how long will it be before this all appears on e-bay?

  1. Que si Says:
    March 21st, 2007 at 6:19 PM

How much do you want for the Voltron?

  1. scrappy Says:
    April 10th, 2007 at 7:37 PM

We also had a Commodore 64 while I was growing up. Did you ever play ‘Tooth Invaders’ or ‘Beachhead’?

  1. VDV Says:
    April 10th, 2007 at 7:51 PM

I don’t remember too many games from the C64, but I do remember “Beachhead.” The only other ones I can remember off the top of my head were “Broadsides” (late 18th, early 19th century real-time naval battles) and “Cosmic Balance” (turn-based spaceship dogfight).

“Back in my day…” I remember that booting “Tunnels of Doom” on the TI99-4A meant plugging in a cartridge and playing a 3 1/2 minute cassette on a player plugged into the computer… this for a turn-based, stick-figures-in-a-maze game.

My grandfathers probably played with sticks and cans, and were content.


Chomp.

Last night’s dream:

The family is visiting an elderly aunt up in Illinois. We are in a back foyer with a glass door. I’m standing; everyone is sitting in rocking chairs, chatting, laughing, exchanging medical stories, discussing the best way to drive to this place or that.

There is an alligator climbing the steps to the back door. Alligators are not altogether common in the suburbs of Chicago, but no one is any more surprised or concerned than they’d be if it were a stray cat in the back yard. It seems that escapees from the nearby zoo are not that uncommon, and are not any cause for alarm.

The alligator nudges against the glass door, trying to get in. Still, the family seems more amused than anything else. It leans back and then swings forward against the door, but only manages to hurt its snout. It looks dazed. My relatives have a chuckle, and go back to arguing over the fastest directions to somewhere-or-other.

I move to the wall directly opposite the door so I can keep an eye on the alligator. It shakes its head, regains its senses, and backs down the steps. It trudges backwards across the yard until it bumps against the fence. It looks over its shoulder—which I don’t think alligators can do in real life—almost as though to make sure it’s given itself a good enough running start.

Then the alligator sprints towards the house, bounds up the steps and launches through the door, spraying glass all over. And I mean launches—its feet never touch the floor.

It flies at me, jaws open. I see serrated teeth, I see a black tongue protruding from a gaping, red throat, down which we all shall soon be sliding in bloody chunks. As it gets within chomping distance, I press back against the wall. It slams its jaws shut…

…and just barely misses ripping my face off. It bites down on nothing but thin air, and I reach out and catch the alligator by its snout, holding its mouth closed with my bare hands.

The beast desperately tries to open its mouth, and I desperately hold it shut. As long as I can stand there and hold this thing’s mouth closed, we’re all safe.

My relatives sit there and discuss which local grocery is offering the best coupons.

On Nike’s “Good vs. Evil.”

In 1996, Nike produced what was probably the greatest soccer commercial ever–not that there are all that many in the running. It was called “Good vs. Evil,” and pitted some of the most famous footballers of the time against what appeared to be the Forces of Evil, led by a “dark warrior” who sought to destroy all soccerdom. I’m pretty certain that the commercial doesn’t depict actual events, but “il gioco più bello” was saved that day by the likes of Eric Cantona (before he got fat), Ronaldo and Luis Figo (before they got fat), Maldini (before he got old), Edgar Davids (before he wore sungoggles), and Jorge Campos (before everyone realized that he sucked).

Watching that commercial this evening brought back memories… of watching that commercial eleven years ago. It was heartwarming. But I noticed a couple things I hadn’t before. First, there’s only one fullback on the team: Paolo Maldini. That reflects either confidence or a poor selection committee. One fullback, one keeper, three midfielders, and five forwards do not make for a balanced lineup.

And that led me to notice a second, more significant point: one plus one plus three plus five is ten. Not eleven. Think about that. You’re getting ready to play against the minions of Satan in order to save the whole entire world (of soccer) and you line up a man short. Happily, Cantona was wearing Nike’s Ignite-The-Ball-And-Blast-It-Through-Demons cleats. I guess we got lucky on that fateful day.

4 Responses to “On Nike’s “Good vs. Evil.””

  1. gatorbob Says:
    March 8th, 2007 at 3:39 PM

That is indeed a great ad, but I can do you one better. Here’s one that was made for Carlberg Lager a few years back. It captures all the senses of the game better than anything else I’ve seen. See how many of this world beating “pub side” you can spot.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=rjz2Dv0JmIw

  1. VDV Says:
    March 8th, 2007 at 11:38 PM

I only recognized at least one of the Charltons (I thought I saw two, but I thought one was dead, unless I’m thinking of Bobby Moore), Bryan Robson, Beardsley, and Stuart Pearce. I assume Shilton was in goal because they mentioned “Peter” after the save on the free kick. If so, that’s the first I’ve seen Shilton since Baggio stole one from him in 1990. … I loved the look on the stripes’ faces! Classic.

  1. gatorbob Says:
    March 9th, 2007 at 3:29 PM

Both Charltons are in it and fortunately are still with us (Bobby Moore did die a couple of years back). Jack Charlton is the beanstalk who gets the yellow card in the ad. He played for my team Leeds United and was in the 66 WC winning side and later coached Ireland. Shilton is the goalkeeper who tips over the free kick. Bryan Robson, Beardsley (the one on the bike who they tell to “get those little legs going!”) and Stuart Pearce are in there too. Also on board are Alan Ball (another 66 winner), Peter Reid (who played for Everton and has coached a bunch of relegation fighters over the years), and Chris Waddle (the one who they are teasing with moving the van) who was on the 90 WC team that got to the semis – in fact Waddle hit the post in extra time against Germany – a goal that would have put England into the final. The line-up suffers from the same kind of imbalance that you noted in the “Good vs. Evil” ad. The line up would be:

GK – Shilts
Def – J. Charlton, Pearce
Midfield – B. Charlton, Reid, Robson, Waddle, Ball
Forward – Beardsley (?)

My favorite detail is that Psycho Pearce is wearing a slightly pinkish shirt as if he’s washed his kit with a red sock – typical of a pub side. Glad you enjoyed it.

  1. Que si Says:
    March 10th, 2007 at 12:49 PM

C’mon, it’s a commercial. is it really neccisary to provide this much commentary on 60-second ad? Maybe I’m not yet mature to know the inner workings of Nike’s ad agency. Or maybe it’s that I just don’t know that much about soccer and I’m trying to compensate by making fun of your latest post. Take you pick.

On Nike's "Good vs. Evil."

In 1996, Nike produced what was probably the greatest soccer commercial ever–not that there are all that many in the running. It was called “Good vs. Evil,” and pitted some of the most famous footballers of the time against what appeared to be the Forces of Evil, led by a “dark warrior” who sought to destroy all soccerdom. I’m pretty certain that the commercial doesn’t depict actual events, but “il gioco più bello” was saved that day by the likes of Eric Cantona (before he got fat), Ronaldo and Luis Figo (before they got fat), Maldini (before he got old), Edgar Davids (before he wore sungoggles), and Jorge Campos (before everyone realized that he sucked).

Watching that commercial this evening brought back memories… of watching that commercial eleven years ago. It was heartwarming. But I noticed a couple things I hadn’t before. First, there’s only one fullback on the team: Paolo Maldini. That reflects either confidence or a poor selection committee. One fullback, one keeper, three midfielders, and five forwards do not make for a balanced lineup.

And that led me to notice a second, more significant point: one plus one plus three plus five is ten. Not eleven. Think about that. You’re getting ready to play against the minions of Satan in order to save the whole entire world (of soccer) and you line up a man short. Happily, Cantona was wearing Nike’s Ignite-The-Ball-And-Blast-It-Through-Demons cleats. I guess we got lucky on that fateful day.

4 Responses to “On Nike’s “Good vs. Evil.””

  1. gatorbob Says:
    March 8th, 2007 at 3:39 PM

That is indeed a great ad, but I can do you one better. Here’s one that was made for Carlberg Lager a few years back. It captures all the senses of the game better than anything else I’ve seen. See how many of this world beating “pub side” you can spot.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=rjz2Dv0JmIw

  1. VDV Says:
    March 8th, 2007 at 11:38 PM

I only recognized at least one of the Charltons (I thought I saw two, but I thought one was dead, unless I’m thinking of Bobby Moore), Bryan Robson, Beardsley, and Stuart Pearce. I assume Shilton was in goal because they mentioned “Peter” after the save on the free kick. If so, that’s the first I’ve seen Shilton since Baggio stole one from him in 1990. … I loved the look on the stripes’ faces! Classic.

  1. gatorbob Says:
    March 9th, 2007 at 3:29 PM

Both Charltons are in it and fortunately are still with us (Bobby Moore did die a couple of years back). Jack Charlton is the beanstalk who gets the yellow card in the ad. He played for my team Leeds United and was in the 66 WC winning side and later coached Ireland. Shilton is the goalkeeper who tips over the free kick. Bryan Robson, Beardsley (the one on the bike who they tell to “get those little legs going!”) and Stuart Pearce are in there too. Also on board are Alan Ball (another 66 winner), Peter Reid (who played for Everton and has coached a bunch of relegation fighters over the years), and Chris Waddle (the one who they are teasing with moving the van) who was on the 90 WC team that got to the semis – in fact Waddle hit the post in extra time against Germany – a goal that would have put England into the final. The line-up suffers from the same kind of imbalance that you noted in the “Good vs. Evil” ad. The line up would be:

GK – Shilts
Def – J. Charlton, Pearce
Midfield – B. Charlton, Reid, Robson, Waddle, Ball
Forward – Beardsley (?)

My favorite detail is that Psycho Pearce is wearing a slightly pinkish shirt as if he’s washed his kit with a red sock – typical of a pub side. Glad you enjoyed it.

  1. Que si Says:
    March 10th, 2007 at 12:49 PM

C’mon, it’s a commercial. is it really neccisary to provide this much commentary on 60-second ad? Maybe I’m not yet mature to know the inner workings of Nike’s ad agency. Or maybe it’s that I just don’t know that much about soccer and I’m trying to compensate by making fun of your latest post. Take you pick.