When I say tapped, the biggest Boy Scout they could find came up and pounded your shoulder 3 times.  Doing his best to drive you into the ground, or so it seemed at the time.  After that the guy behind me grabbed me by the belt and shoulder and took off running.  I think he must have been a track star.  That was how your Ordeal started in those days.

And for anyone concerned about hazing, my mother took this photo and she still tells people how exciting it was to this day.