I have read that the sock was stuffed with pennies, but it looked too soft. I think it was just one big sock stuffed with other socks. That was Dusty’s approach at least. He’d take a tall baseball sock, stuff it with a ton of other socks and chase me around the house, which was not very big, yelling, “HOMEY DON’T PLAY DAT!”. At first I thought it was hilarious! Then he made contact a few times and I realized, this was not in fact an enjoyable experience. And by the way, if our house wasn’t very big where the hell were my parents to save me?!
Finally one day after being wacked in the head I had had enough! I ran to my room and MADE MY OWN SOCK! And guess what, I put pennies in mine and nailed him. Look I’m not saying violence is the answer but it is sometimes with an older brother because he left my little behind alone after that.
I’m pretty sure I took his tall baseball socks though and tried to work it into an outfit for school the next week. Seriously!! I remember Jennifer Aniston wearing these over the knee socks as Rachel on Friends with a denim skirt and once I saw how tall the baseball socks were it was GAME ON. This was 5th grade. Jesus take the wheel!