Grandson and I have been having a lot of fun with bottle caps of late.
There was a bottle cap on the sidewalk, very nearly in the geometric center of the tile it rested upon. Deciding to make myself referee in a game to which only I knew the rules, I watched as the various comers and goers would sometimes kick the cap inadvertently. The winner of the match between the Northbound and Southbound walkers would be the side that finally kicked it across the tile.
Approximately one in eight pedestrians touched the bottle cap, and some got their foot under it better than others. Because of the strength of a person’s potential kick, I shortly changed the rules to make the field two tiles long since one was much too easy to traverse. Although it was an exciting game with many shots on goal, neither team won my modernized version in the fairly long time I was there.
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