Yeh, back when you played neighborhood football without a thought about wearing pads or a helmet!
HA!!
We had a kid whose mother *insisted* he be permitted to play sandlot football with the neighborhood gang of roughians I ran with; BUT, she insisted the sissy be permitted to wear his dad's 40's era leather football helmet, also.
Y'know, the ones without a face guard & *wings* stitched across the forehead part?
We really resented that.
Poor "Bobby Barbian."
I [seriously] don't believe he ever could quite figure out why after the ball was snapped?
Both *def* & *offense* -- suddenly -- abandoned play just to hit *him*.
He might as well have showed up with a target painted on his forehead.
...guess we couldn't get away with that today, huh. :o)