One of my pals – despite what you hear from one side of the aisle, there actually are people who like journalists – was ruminating the other day about products from our youth that we’d like to see re-released.
She was talking about a skin cream; I, on the other hand, have loftier ambitions.
My choice: It’s time for Tudor to come back to life and re-release the Super Bowl electric football game.
The why is harder to explain, since I have to admit that was the one toy from my youth that had absolutely no practical application whatsoever.
Since childhood, I’ve been absolutely fascinated by the Xs and Os of football, so much that I collect authentic playbooks to this day. So I guess the appeal of electric football grows from that.
But the darn thing didn’t work. Even though Tudor invented turning bases for the offensive linemen, God help you if you tried to get your guys to run a power sweep or a trap. Try as I might, they always rattled over to the sidelines.
But I loved the kickers. You were ALWAYS in range for a field goal. My career best was an estimated 650 yards, estimated only because the attempt in question split the uprights and sailed across the living room – into the floor furnace.
The smell of burning felt isn’t a pretty thing.
I loved that electric football game. And skin cream’s not going to help this face.