— Douglas Quaid
I’m sure it still has plenty of nicks and dents. My biggest slammer was pure metal, about the thickness of my thumb, and I used to bring that heavy bastard down on those little milkcaps as if it were a nuclear warhead. Pogs were not a gentleman’s game, no real skill was involved, it was a glorified pissing contest in which brute force and sheer luck were the only keys to success.
I think my brother has it now. It was pretty hilarious, a big grinning chimp with rubbery lips and goofy eyes. It read “E.K. Fernandez Shows: Come Monkey Around With Us!” in red and blue letters. We had tubes full of the poor, battered milkcaps, but ol’ E.K. Fernandez’s toothy chimp was always our favorite.