Clay in the Hands

There was a game we used to play as kids.  It was called “Bloody Nuckles.”  Anyone remember the game?  This will show my age but remember the day when if you were cool you carried a comb with a handle in your back pocket?  If you were really cool, your comb had a long enough handle that it stuck out just a little bit above the top of your pocket.

It was just a guy thing, but the game was a reflex game.  One person would hold out his hand, make a fist and then balance the comb across the back of his hand.  The object was for the other guy to grab the comb and whack the hand with it before the other guy could pull away.  If you flinched and dropped the comb it meant a free hit across the knuckles.

Quite the sadistic game I know but I confess – it was the thing to do (what can I say, I grew up in a town that had little to do).

I thought I had outgrown such childish and painful games but I have recently found a grown-up guy game that is just as sadistic and painful.  Most people call it plumbing repair under the kitchen sink but I know better – it is just a form of the old game Bloody Knuckles.

Do you have any home improvement war stories?  I would love to hear them – it might make me feel less of a failure!