POGS were very precious to me. I had the POG boardgame, complete with over 500 POGŠ Brand POGS. I had the POG, POG Maker, where you could clip pictures out of a magazine and make it into a POG. I've even got a POG album, basically like an album of baseball cards, except it's POGS. This is where I keep my complete set of Michael Jordon POGS. Oh those were the days. I still have my POGS, and maybe someday I'll pull them out for a slam or two.
My favorite memory of POGS came my Freshman year of high school. We had all long since stopped playing POGS, but one day one the bus ride to school, a good friend of mine and I were talking about POGS the whole way to school. We got so fucking hyper and slap happy talking about them, it was hilarious....you know that feeling I'm talking about, when everything just seems funny. Well anyway, as we were walking into the building that day, one of the weirdest coincidences of my life happened. We saw a POG sitting on the ground right outside of WCHS. I picked it up and confirmed our suspicion. We hadn't seen one of these things in like two years, and the very day we start talking about them, BAM, there's on sitting on the ground.
It was pretty strange to say the least.
-Ugly Bastard
[ October 21, 2003, 07:32 AM: Message edited by: Ugly Bastard ]
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