Jeff gets a green fuzzy no-prize for letting us know about garage door tennis, yet another cool flash game to help you slack the day away.

We didn't have a garage door while growing up, so instead we played "house tennis". One team of whoever happened to show up with a raquet would stand on one side of the house, and the other team would stand on, well, the other side. The objective was to hit the ball over the house as many times as possible. Not as easy as it sounds for a 10-year-old. We could always tell when dad was on the other team because the ball would land in the neighbor's yard, with three or four kids running like hell to catch it before it rolled into a storm drain.

The things we did for fun before cable and video games...