I had Adam Carolla’s podcast on last night and they were interviewing Kelsey Cook, an upcoming comedian. Kelsey talked about her dad who was a yo-yo champion in his day. That sent me to YouTube to see if I could find him. What I found was last year’s champion which I present to you now. Watch
The young gentleman goes for a Jedi warrior theme in his performance. It strikes me as having more of a Star Wars kid vibe.
I can remember around ’70 or ’71 when a yo-yo craze started in school. Every boy had one. It happened almost overnight. What I don’t remember is what triggered it.
The trick where he throws it and let’s it wrap around his neck is a very difficult trick to master.
Took me weeks before I was able to do that one.
Perseverance was the key.
Every time I would come to I’d try again until I finally got it.
Tommy Smothers as the Yo Yo man –
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kcQFlvOhCaU
Had several Yo-Yo’s back in the 50’s. Most were junk, unbalanced or lopsided.
If you just dropped them vertically, they would always lay at an angle and could never recoil them. Finally got a really good one that worked perfectly. Came home from school one day and found the string missing, my brother cut the string off to extend the pull chain light switch in the downstairs bathroom. Kind of gave up on Yo-Yo’s after that.
I tried that once.
After I came to, I decided not to try it again.
Being a yo yo champ has it’s ups and downs.
I can throw a yo yo in the trash. they don’t work for me.
But a Les Paul? An SG? A fucking Stratocaster?
I’m still useless.
Anonymous Saturday, 15 February 2025, 23:26 at 11:26 pm
Ur killing me tonight. I lift heavy weights and grunt. I’m useless too.
Hire a Thai prostitute to spot you when you do the string around the neck trickā¦ said David Carradine.
Growing up, while other kids were practicing playing football, I was practicing playing with my yo-yo. And all that practice paid off. I can kick a yo-yo 60 yards.
Yo-Yo? Not dangerous enough. Remember the Klick-Klackers? Balls of glass on string. This ‘toy’ could not only break bones, but blast out glass shrapnel as a bonus. My older sisters had them…until, of course, they shattered. Mom was not about to let that continue.
Not as much fun as B.B. gun fights.