If you were an elementary student in the 90's, then you owned pogs.
Your pog collection was your school yard currency. Collecting them was fun. Playing them was funner. Who didn't love pogs?
In order to win the most pogs, you had to have a large slammer. It was an early important life lesson for most young men. Pogs and large slammers just went hand-in-hand.
If you had a bubble slammer then you were a badass.
The 8-ball bomb slammer was also a must have. If you didn't have an 8-ball slammer, then you were casual - you weren't a real pog master.
Finally, the holy grail of slammers was the OJ in the Slammer, slammer. Fun fact - OJ was a notable pog enthusiast.
Sometimes a kid would act like a bitch when playing pogs. The rules were clear - you were supposed to play for keeps. If some little dickhead tried to take back his pogs that you flipped over, then you were entitled to punch him in the face. All the kids would vouch for you. That kid would then be ostracized forever, and likely grew up to become a simp.
Parents and teachers eventually got uncomfortable with young men spending their recess slamming pogs. So many of them banned pogs. It was racist and ignorant of them.
Pogs should make a comeback.
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