When we were kids we played a game called "tumbang preso."
The object of the game was to tag opponents so that they wouldn't be able to get to the home plate where a tin can stood and guarded by the IT, or
defender. The opponents used "pamatos" (stone, slippers, piece of wood, etc) to knock down the tin can. If a player had been tagged by the "IT," (defender) while the tin can was still upright, he became the new IT.
My team, composed of older siblings, competed against the team composed of our second cousins. When our playtime extended beyond the "oracion," or Angelus, or when one of my cousins had been summoned by our Lola or Tia and didn't answer the call, my cousins would all get a "palo," or belt whipping, while our Team watched in fear.
Children's games played physically were in abundance during my childhood. Now, kids play bad guy, good guy, warrior, etc using two hands, either on a PSP or a Nintendo.
At parties, grown ups play parlour games. Pictionary and Charade are the more popular ones.
In social networks, young and adults play FarmVille.
In other settings, people play games to spice up drab lives. Housewives hide from husbands, using spas or dermatological clinics as hideaways while husbands use the team-building meeting as excuse to hop into a karaoke bar or a date with the extra missus.
Some lovers-to-be play the hard-to-get game, or create intricate maze. But the object of the game is to still get into the lover's arms.
The sorry game playing now is the blame game over the Quirino Grandstand hostage taking.
Finally, it's open season - new season for football, hockey, television. I love that very much.
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