If I had known this was going to be a collectors’ item, I wouldn’t have owned fools in the schoolyard in 4th grade, copping Pogs left and right with my prized O.J. slammer.
Oh, Orenthal James, how much did I love slamming your face against the asphalt in pursuit of Pog domination. Those were the days.
Honestly though, how much does a picture like this trip you out? People reminisce HARD about Pogs these days.
Remember the different types of slammers? We had the classic shitty plastic 8 ball. The skullface. The ripper (sick). But O.J. was my go-to dogg.
Too bad his ass got sacked…
Eventually.
Enfuego.