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2013-05-10 03:14:20 PM  

This text is now purple: KyngNothing: NutWrench: I_Am_Weasel: As I recall when I was in school, it was referred to as "murder ball"

They called it, "smear the queer (with the ball)" when I was a kid. I have no idea why: none of us knew what a queer was.

See for us, "smear the queer" was basically "group + 1 rugby" - the entire group would try and tackle the person with the ball, until they gave up, and threw it up in the air, for everyone to try and get. You could also get tackled if you gave up too easily, or didn't try to get the free ball hard enough.

(northern MD, 1980s)

Same in Michigan.

In high school, we played a variant of this, which took place in a hallway. I don't recall anyone ever making it all the way down the hallway.


"The Gaunlet"

A lot of our games were based upon American Gladiators
 
2013-05-10 03:16:01 PM  
Our favorite game was to take off a tube sock (they were really long back on the day), put a tennis ball in it, and beat the ever-loving shiat out of each other with them.

We were beyond retarded.
 
2013-05-10 03:16:07 PM  

d23: [www.xojane.com image 460x306]

Oh WOW.. She's WAY below my standards.  I mean.. limp city.


She'll emasculate you with her incessant nagging though.  Although if you were to encounter her in the bar after she was three sheets to the wind and wanting to indulge her daddy issues, well then maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
 
2013-05-10 03:16:40 PM  

stevetherobot: Lorelle: I always viewed dodgeball as the one sport in which the weaklings could get back at the bullies for tormenting them the rest of the school day.

In my experience, the weaklings couldn't throw hard enough or accurately enough to get back at anyone, while the bullies endeavored to cause as much pain and humiliation as possible.


Mine was like this, especially in the version that was basically a free-for-all. The other thing was that the Special Ed kids would keep playing even if they got hit 4 or 5 times. They "won" over half the games we played, but we all still had fun.
 
2013-05-10 03:19:57 PM  
I loved dodgeball, but if you don't want to play in PE, you shouldn't have to. In my gym classes, if you wanted to opt out of team games, you could outside and run, or go to the weight room and lift. I suck at/hate basketball, so I'd skip that and go run laps. As long as you were active, it was all good, which is exactly how gym should be handled.

Also, our gym coach was pretty responsible and made sure that no one got picked on.
 
2013-05-10 03:20:56 PM  

ISubmittedThisYesterdayWithAMuchFunnierHeadline: We played a variant of dodgeball in school, and it was brutal.  It's been 35 years or so, and I don't remember what it was called (trenchball, maybe?).  There were no sides...the entire gym was in play for a massive free-for-all.  The whole class would spread out in the gym, and the coaches would throw about 10 of those heavy rubber balls onto the floor.  Since you've got multiple people scrambling for the same ball, the guy who got there second was farked, because the guy who got there first had a free head shot at a range of about 2 feet and would absolutely obliterate you.  Generally, half the class was lying on the sidelines within the first 20 seconds, and then the game settled in.  The strategy became to decide if you could make it to a loose ball before someone else, and if not head the other direction fast.  As the herd thinned more, inevitably one of the stronger players would gravitate towards the phalanx of girls cowering in the corner and commit genocide on them with extreme prejudice.  After the game, everyone would go out on the floor and pick up all the glasses, retainers, shoes, etc. that were strewn about and do it again.  When the coaches announced that we were playing trenchball, about 20 percent of the class was ecstatic, and the other 80 percent wished they were home with the flu...the fear was palpable.  God I loved that game.


This has to be where the beginning of the Hunger Games comes from...
 
2013-05-10 03:25:12 PM  
Yup, we played the version with the pins with nerf soccer balls. I wasn't one of the popular sporto kids, but I loved that game. From what I remember we all did.

Pocket Ninja: I_Am_Weasel: As I recall when I was in school, it was referred to as "murder ball"

Murder Ball was one variety of Dodge Ball, which (the way we played it) involved everybody trying to nail a person who was tagged "it." It was not usually officially sanctioned by the gym teachers, although I don't recall them ever stopping us from playing it during free time. There was also Prison Dodgeball (where team members were "taken prisoner" after being hit and could be freed to rejoin your team in what basically amounted to hostage exchanges); Pin Dodgeball (basic dodgeball with the addition of bowling that had to be protected by your team; if the pins were all knocked down, you lost, so the basic strategy was to stand your weakest players in front of the pins as human shields and do what you could to protect them from being nailed); Quad Dodge (a four-way dodgeball game where you were under threat from all sides); and many others. I loved them all.

 
2013-05-10 03:28:00 PM  

R.A.Danny: Our favorite game was to take off a tube sock (they were really long back on the day), put a tennis ball in it, and beat the ever-loving shiat out of each other with them.

We were beyond retarded.


It's the Chicago way.
 
2013-05-10 03:28:16 PM  

R.A.Danny: Our favorite game was to take off a tube sock (they were really long back on the day), put a tennis ball in it, and beat the ever-loving shiat out of each other with them.

We were beyond retarded.


I had friends that would play "nutball." You'd pretty much catch your friend off guard and throw a tennis ball at their nuts when they least suspected it. I hated it and knew it was a terrible idea. I got hit one two many times and then caught one of the worst perpetrators watching a movie with his legs open, so I chucked an orange at his crotch. We didn't play it much more after that.

I knew a couple of guys that did it back-and-forth (back-to-back, with the tennis ball) as some kind of endurance test. I will never understand why.,
 
2013-05-10 03:30:08 PM  
Deprive children of the only fun activity in PE.
 
2013-05-10 03:33:16 PM  

Snakeophelia: Am I the only one here who played crab soccer on rainy days?  That was sweet.  They'd herd all the PE classes into the big gymnasium and haul out this ENORMOUS ball.  Everyone had to get down on hands and feet, facing upwards like a crab.  Split the huge group into two teams, with each assigned a wall. Points were scored by moving the ball far enough to hit the opposing wall, with the only rule being that at least three limbs had to be touching the ground at all times (i.e. you could use only one foot or hand at a time to move the ball, or any other part of your body). Everyone was potentially offense or defense at any time. Much screaming and climbing over bodies ensued.


That was an epic and completely enjoyable sport in every regard. They did it once or twice a year. I wish it was every day.
 
2013-05-10 03:38:19 PM  

PC LOAD LETTER: Snakeophelia: Am I the only one here who played crab soccer on rainy days?  That was sweet.  They'd herd all the PE classes into the big gymnasium and haul out this ENORMOUS ball.  Everyone had to get down on hands and feet, facing upwards like a crab.  Split the huge group into two teams, with each assigned a wall. Points were scored by moving the ball far enough to hit the opposing wall, with the only rule being that at least three limbs had to be touching the ground at all times (i.e. you could use only one foot or hand at a time to move the ball, or any other part of your body). Everyone was potentially offense or defense at any time. Much screaming and climbing over bodies ensued.

That was an epic and completely enjoyable sport in every regard. They did it once or twice a year. I wish it was every day.


Indeed, a fine game with much finger-stamping and head-kicking.
 
2013-05-10 03:40:49 PM  

impaler: I sucked at team sports, but I loved dodgeball.

Kickball can go fark itself.


I've been more hurt in a game of kickball than could have even come close to in a game of dodgeball.

/got hit by the ball in my legs while running between bases, I ended up doing a face slide into the ground between second and third.
 
2013-05-10 03:42:37 PM  
I for one welcome our new pussy overlords...

It makes dominating competitors in the real world that much easier for my son (Now 24)
 
2013-05-10 03:44:23 PM  

Mr. Holmes: pute kisses like a man: meat0918: Dancin_In_Anson: ManateeGag: when I was growing up, dodge ball was hardly a team sport.  there was no team work, no helping each other out.  there was a lot of "every man for himself" on both sides of the line.

We played with tennis balls too. Nowadays I think they'd call in grief counselors to share our feelings about some of the bruising we took.

I brought this up in a conversation with a group of my old high school classmates last year. The catalyst was this article. Now, most of my classmates' kids are getting into the late teen age range but there are still a few who started late. My question was when did we become such shiatty parents where we were so overly concerned about our kids and why? When we were growing up, many of our Fathers were WWII and/or Korea vets. We were all but expected to get into fights, (get caught fighting in school you'd get hauled to the gym, put on gloves and headgear and duke it out until tired then get a swat or two and sent to class), get cuts and scrapes, break a bone or two and into mischief. You might get your ass kicked, some stitches, wince at Bactine's sting or wear a cast for a couple of months but it was all part of growing up. A standard reply when you thought you were wronged was 'life's not fair'.

I'm stunned at how parents (when they have parents but that's a whole 'nuther conversation) act towards their kids today. Everyone's a winner, there are no losers, call the cops when a couple of 13 year olds squab on the ball field after school...These parents are in their late 30s to late 40s...just about my age and down. What made them such pussies?

The media.

the nerds have taken over.  nerd skills are more profitable nowadays, so nerds are raising nerd children, with nerd values, nerd physicques and nerd beliefs.

it used to take brass balls to make money in this country.  now it just takes nerd skills.

I am a 25-year-old nerd and I loved dodgeball. Wasn't the best, wasn't the worst, ...


I was most certainly being silly with all the nerd comments.

i loved dodgeball.  i am definitely a nerd/wimp.  well, not really a wimp, just very ineffectual. though, i have plumbed a kitchen sink (which involves no small amount of attention to sawing a straight line in pvc pipe, cement/bonding, etc), taken an animal from living to delicious, dressed my own serious wounds, changed oil, and probably some other stuff of note.  but, i do all this stuff by trial and error.  i pretty much blunder through everything
 
TWX
2013-05-10 03:46:13 PM  
Heh. Dodgeball was one of the few games from PE that I liked. I got to get back at people that I didn't like and I was halfway decent at avoiding being hit too early. In the rules that we played by, if you hit the backboard of the basketball court on the far opposite side or made a basket your team got to come back in to play.

In some ways Dodgeball is probably a better analogy for real life than a lot of other sports... You're in a team, but in some ways it's every man for himself, and sometimes you have to let the other team members take the hit for you, and you have to figure out who the strongest opponents are and to take them out as quickly as possible...
And I liked volley ball, especially watching it...
 
Ant
2013-05-10 03:51:37 PM  
I don't know how they do PE now, but when I was a kid, there was always a group of kids who were so competitive that they'd just ruin the whole team sport thing for everyone. The teachers never told these douche-nozzles to STFU, so PE for me was a living hell. I was poor, and had to wear glasses that I could not afford to break. Consequently, I might not have been quite as aggressive when volleyballs, baseballs, basketballs, etc. came my way.
 
2013-05-10 03:51:51 PM  

cettin: ISubmittedThisYesterdayWithAMuchFunnierHeadline: We played a variant of dodgeball in school, and it was brutal.  It's been 35 years or so, and I don't remember what it was called (trenchball, maybe?).  There were no sides...the entire gym was in play for a massive free-for-all.  The whole class would spread out in the gym, and the coaches would throw about 10 of those heavy rubber balls onto the floor.  Since you've got multiple people scrambling for the same ball, the guy who got there second was farked, because the guy who got there first had a free head shot at a range of about 2 feet and would absolutely obliterate you.  Generally, half the class was lying on the sidelines within the first 20 seconds, and then the game settled in.  The strategy became to decide if you could make it to a loose ball before someone else, and if not head the other direction fast.  As the herd thinned more, inevitably one of the stronger players would gravitate towards the phalanx of girls cowering in the corner and commit genocide on them with extreme prejudice.  After the game, everyone would go out on the floor and pick up all the glasses, retainers, shoes, etc. that were strewn about and do it again.  When the coaches announced that we were playing trenchball, about 20 percent of the class was ecstatic, and the other 80 percent wished they were home with the flu...the fear was palpable.  God I loved that game.

This has to be where the beginning of the Hunger Games comes from...


I never thought of it, but that's EXACTLY what it was like.  30 seconds of unimaginable carnage, then 5 minutes of stalking and eluding.
 
Ant
2013-05-10 03:55:35 PM  

Dancin_In_Anson: These parents are in their late 30s to late 40s...just about my age and down. What made them such pussies?


Peer pressure. Go ahead, try to be different. See how long it is until you're pulled into parental counselling.
 
2013-05-10 03:59:11 PM  
Said, "Pussification Of America" stems from a number of things, mostly the threat of a lawsuit when someone doesn't get their way, or is "offended" in some other way.  It also comes from the fact that parents in this day and age don't want to pay the rising cost of hospital visits after their child goes and hurts themselves.  So we encourage Little Timmy to do the best that he can, and if not, well, we have the family lawyer on retainer for these sorts of things.
 
2013-05-10 04:05:34 PM  
Also, we used to play a wonderful game (after school hours) called "Smear The Queer", which basically was a game of "throw the football in the air and whoever catches it has to avoid being tackled by all the other kids, for as long as they can".  You had a "free boundary" on the ends of the field, like end zones, but you had to leave it quickly....mostly just to catch your breath....Good times and never any injuries.....Ah the good ol' days.....
 
2013-05-10 04:06:35 PM  
Dodgeball was the only GOOD part about PE!   It certainly wasn't having to get undressed in front of the pervy PE teacher in the lockerrooms.   Most of us refused to change.  Certainly none of us showered.

/Said teacher ultimately got picked up for kiddie porn.  No surprise to the students.
 
2013-05-10 04:11:16 PM  

Ant: Peer pressure. Go ahead, try to be different. See how long it is until you're pulled into parental counselling.


Like I said, I'm done and a Grandfather now. It is my mission to make sure that The Twins understand how the real world operates.
 
2013-05-10 04:14:20 PM  

Dancin_In_Anson: R.A.Danny: Our favorite game was to take off a tube sock (they were really long back on the day), put a tennis ball in it, and beat the ever-loving shiat out of each other with them.

We were beyond retarded.

It's the Chicago way.


Farkin A, Bubba.
 
2013-05-10 04:15:19 PM  

powerman2424: Said, "Pussification Of America" stems from a number of things, mostly the threat of a lawsuit when someone doesn't get their way, or is "offended" in some other way.  It also comes from the fact that parents in this day and age don't want to pay the rising cost of hospital visits after their child goes and hurts themselves.  So we encourage Little Timmy to do the best that he can, and if not, well, we have the family lawyer on retainer for these sorts of things.


In other words, if there was a system where everyone had access to healthcare, that was paid for by a single central pool, we could go on with living our lives the way they were supposed to be lived?
 
2013-05-10 04:18:16 PM  
Pussy
 
2013-05-10 04:27:46 PM  
Kids are soft as hell these days by design. Can't have little Timmy or Sarah doing anything that they might hurt themselves. Everything must be supervised and part of a program etc etc

Funny how when we were kids we were WAY more likely to be abducted or have any terrible thing happen to us. But as violent crime etc has been dropping year after year we continue to add layer upon layer of bubble wrap to these kids lives.

I cannot for the life of me understand why every f-ing kid has to be picked up and dropped off at their driveway from School. Ill be stuck behind a bus and there will be kids sitting in a car at the end of their driveway with their mom or dad etc. Bus pulls up kids jump out and then jump in the bus. Is it really sooooo scary out there these days that kids can't walk over a few houses to all wait at the same bus stop ? Its INSANE. They can't even stand in the cold let alone wait at a bus stop buy themselves.
 
2013-05-10 04:28:17 PM  
We did not have dodgeball where I grew up.  But ours was better than football and harder than any physical sport.  Here is shot right before we shake the burro...
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2013-05-10 04:28:37 PM  

tlars699: In other words, if there was a system where everyone had access to healthcare, that was paid for by a single central pool, we could go on with living our lives the way they were supposed to be lived?


Slow down, there.... if you think they haven't bubble-wrapped everything in the UK in the name of "Health and Safety" then I think you'll be disappointed.  Concern-trolling IRL is pretty prevalent.
 
2013-05-10 04:30:10 PM  
The author sounds like a girl who was fat in school and never got picked for dodgeball. Stop trying to turn this country into a bunch of wussified pansies.  Patches O'Houlihan  would not put up with this and neither will I.

Now - Get off my lawn.
 
2013-05-10 04:35:07 PM  
Me and two friends used to play The Ghost and the Darkness when we were young(named after the movie came out). One person had to get from the end of the long windowless pitch black basement to the opposite wall. The remaining two people started at the opposite wall and had to make a takedown and force him give up by any means possible(usually suffocation via a blanket or a poorly applied bullshiat WCW leglock that actually hurt). The basement had a protruding wetbar with a giant rock base, a stone fireplace that stuck out, various metal vertical support beams strewn about, a ping pong table, etc. There is no reason for all three of us to be alive or without brain damage today. But easily the best memory I have of childhood. Such a great game.
 
2013-05-10 04:35:24 PM  
I was a fat kid, and I loved dodgeball because it wasn't boring or predictable. Especially compared to the days when they'd drag out the jump ropes.
 
2013-05-10 04:40:13 PM  

NutWrench: I_Am_Weasel: As I recall when I was in school, it was referred to as "murder ball"

They called it, "smear the queer (with the ball)" when I was a kid. I have no idea why: none of us knew what a queer was.


Our neighborhood had a team hide-and-seek game where kids of all ages played, it was called "Jews and Germans" (yea, I know...read below).

The "Jews" had 2 minutes to hide virtually anywhere (accept inside) and the "Germans" had to go out and find them and then drag them back to the base...and if you broke free from the dragging, you got another 2 minutes to hide again.

I was 7 and had zero clue about the name, I just thought it was fun.  Then one day a few years later I'm in History class, learning about WWII and all of a sudden it hit me..."OMG I can't believe it was called that".

At my 20-year high school reunion I went up to a girl that lived down the street from me at that neighborhood and asked her if she remembered playing that game...her reaction was exactly the same..."OMG I can't believe that game was called that".

/Also played smear the queer...had no idea was a queer was either
//The innocence of youth
 
Ant
2013-05-10 04:45:22 PM  

Dancin_In_Anson: It is my mission to make sure that The Twins understand how the real world operates.


That's how the real world operates now.

I was just telling my son the other day about every job I've had in my life, starting with delivering flyers for a pizza place in Boise Idaho when I was a little kid. Suddenly I realized that when I was doing that job, I was about the same age as my son is now (8 years old). I cannot even imagine sending my 8 year old son out to deliver flyers door-to-door. Even if I could imagine it, the other parents in the neighborhood would probably report me to CPS.
 
2013-05-10 04:48:35 PM  

Ant: Dancin_In_Anson: It is my mission to make sure that The Twins understand how the real world operates.

That's how the real world operates now.

I was just telling my son the other day about every job I've had in my life, starting with delivering flyers for a pizza place in Boise Idaho when I was a little kid. Suddenly I realized that when I was doing that job, I was about the same age as my son is now (8 years old). I cannot even imagine sending my 8 year old son out to deliver flyers door-to-door. Even if I could imagine it, the other parents in the neighborhood would probably report me to CPS.


This is true. While I lament how much we protect kids these days, we'd be pariahs if we didn't
 
2013-05-10 04:49:34 PM  

Satan's Bunny Slippers: I'll date myself right off.  We did "red rover" in PE. I loved it.


I played red rover too. I can't really remember if I liked it.
 
2013-05-10 04:55:46 PM  

Satan's Bunny Slippers: impaler: I sucked at team sports, but I loved dodgeball.

Kickball can go fark itself.

I'll date myself right off.  We did "red rover" in PE. I loved it.  Being a fairly stocky farm girl that was carrying 75lb bales of straw at around 12 years old, I had the hand strength and footing to hang on to the wimpy chicks hands next to me and NO ONE got through.

I was ok in dodgeball and volleyball, but not great.


Red rover? I dont think your dating yourself. Played it in 4th and 5th grades. Im 27 now. Bet lots of farkers played it
 
2013-05-10 04:58:36 PM  

Ant: That's how the real world operates now.

I was just telling my son the other day about every job I've had in my life, starting with delivering flyers for a pizza place in Boise Idaho when I was a little kid. Suddenly I realized that when I was doing that job, I was about the same age as my son is now (8 years old). I cannot even imagine sending my 8 year old son out to deliver flyers door-to-door. Even if I could imagine it, the other parents in the neighborhood would probably report me to CPS.


he should take the initiative to do it himself...And you should have the stones to tell the other parents and CPS to get bent and buy a farking pizza.
 
2013-05-10 05:03:43 PM  

Wendy's Chili: AngryPanda: This author is like my friend who says that even watching sports and enjoying it is unhealthy. Whatever, dude.

I no longer enjoy football. Whenever I see 250 lbs. men run into in each other head first all I can think about are the brain injuries that are going to cripple them down the road.


It makes me enjoy it more.

Those guys that had it easy in life through all of their younger years, girls threw themselves at them, get away with ANYTHING. Full ride to school that they don't appreciate or need because they will be set for life.. Be given millions of dollars because they won a genetic lottery? Call it schadenfreude, but hearing that their mentally ill asses are putting a bullet to the brain or can't even wipe their own asses puts a smile on my face that I should probably feel bad about, but I don't.
 
2013-05-10 05:08:11 PM  

Beta Tested: vudukungfu: Screw sport.
Teach them Judo in elementary school and give classes in yoga, too.
Let them learn Aikido wrestling in Middle school and Kungfu boxing in highschool. Also teach logic.
Of course, the GOP doesn't want people who can disarm an asshole with a box cutter and can see through a bullshait reason to tax people to vote, so that will never happen.

FTFY

/BJJ, Muay Thai, and Kickboxing would also be acceptable.


I knew another snob was about to say something.

lets go full out and just institute vale tudo in second grade.

never mind this pu*sy footing around
 
2013-05-10 05:08:39 PM  
Just who is the target consumer for Slate, anyway?
 
2013-05-10 05:10:28 PM  

Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: Just who is the target consumer for Slate, anyway?


Self loathing feminists from what I can tell.
 
2013-05-10 05:18:39 PM  

VTGremlin: Me and two friends used to play The Ghost and the Darkness when we were young(named after the movie came out). One person had to get from the end of the long windowless pitch black basement to the opposite wall. The remaining two people started at the opposite wall and had to make a takedown and force him give up by any means possible(usually suffocation via a blanket or a poorly applied bullshiat WCW leglock that actually hurt). The basement had a protruding wetbar with a giant rock base, a stone fireplace that stuck out, various metal vertical support beams strewn about, a ping pong table, etc. There is no reason for all three of us to be alive or without brain damage today. But easily the best memory I have of childhood. Such a great game.


Sounds like an awesome game.

im pretty sure my friends and I were some of the earliest backyard wrestlers. Nothing stupid like it became.
but powerbombs piledrivers rock bottoms. the occasional stop sign or shovel swung at a head. Good way til kill the summer in middle school.
 
2013-05-10 05:25:49 PM  

stevetherobot: Lorelle: I always viewed dodgeball as the one sport in which the weaklings could get back at the bullies for tormenting them the rest of the school day.

In my experience, the weaklings couldn't throw hard enough or accurately enough to get back at anyone, while the bullies endeavored to cause as much pain and humiliation as possible.


I was good at getting hit early in the game (on purpose), and even better at hitting certain obnoxious brats. :)
 
2013-05-10 05:38:58 PM  
I'm sure this horse has been beat to death already, but all phys ed and sports teams in public k-12 schools are a complete waste of student time and parent tax dollars. Trash the sports teams completely to save the money, and change phys ed to a nutrition ed and daily workout class. Make everyone be on the elliptical for 45 mins every day. that would actually get people in shape and be way better than the farce that is a new sport every week, never to be picked up again by anyone until next years PE class. Elliptical is also way better for the body than that farking retard weekly mile run.
 
2013-05-10 05:40:25 PM  

Dancin_In_Anson: ManateeGag: when I was growing up, dodge ball was hardly a team sport.  there was no team work, no helping each other out.  there was a lot of "every man for himself" on both sides of the line.

We played with tennis balls too. Nowadays I think they'd call in grief counselors to share our feelings about some of the bruising we took.

I brought this up in a conversation with a group of my old high school classmates last year. The catalyst was this article. Now, most of my classmates' kids are getting into the late teen age range but there are still a few who started late. My question was when did we become such shiatty parents where we were so overly concerned about our kids and why? When we were growing up, many of our Fathers were WWII and/or Korea vets. We were all but expected to get into fights, (get caught fighting in school you'd get hauled to the gym, put on gloves and headgear and duke it out until tired then get a swat or two and sent to class), get cuts and scrapes, break a bone or two and into mischief. You might get your ass kicked, some stitches, wince at Bactine's sting or wear a cast for a couple of months but it was all part of growing up. A standard reply when you thought you were wronged was 'life's not fair'.

I'm stunned at how parents (when they have parents but that's a whole 'nuther conversation) act towards their kids today. Everyone's a winner, there are no losers, call the cops when a couple of 13 year olds squab on the ball field after school...These parents are in their late 30s to late 40s...just about my age and down. What made them such pussies?


Agreed.  I'm 46, and when I was in about 6th grade, during recess we played a game called "Spread Eagle" or "Wall Ball".  You joined in voluntarily and it was a pretty damn cool game.  The object was to slam the tennis or racquetball against the side of the brick wall of the school and try to make the rebound difficult to field.  If someone steps up and catches it before it hits the ground, the thrower is out.  If it's a grounder and you step up and try to field it and miss, oh boy.  You had to walk up, face first, spread your arms against the wall and make yourself as big as a target as possible.  Everybody who was left in the game got a shot at you with the ball, but you were still in the game.  Damned it that didn't make me a bold and confident fielder on baseball teams in the future!
 
2013-05-10 05:43:07 PM  

Dr. Goldshnoz: Make everyone be on the elliptical for 45 mins every day.


Conjugate the verb "to be"

I be
you be
he be
she be
we be
they be

And what a way to develop a love of a sporting lifestyle.
 
2013-05-10 05:45:23 PM  
we used to play a game we could suicide.

You needed at least two players, sometimes we would get up to eight.  The idea was to throw a tennis ball against the building(high building were best) and everyone in turn had to catch the ball after it hit the building or catch it only after one bounce.

If you dropped it while trying to catch it, the other participants, who had tennis balls in their pockets could peg you as many times as they wanted until you touched the designate safe spot.  Usually the building, or if you were feeling squierrely, you could make it something far away.
 
2013-05-10 05:49:00 PM  
What a loser, glad to see that defeatist attitude has served her well in life.
 
2013-05-10 05:49:22 PM  

zososcott: You joined in voluntarily and it was a pretty damn cool game. The object was to slam the tennis or racquetball against the side of the brick wall of the school and try to make the rebound difficult to field. If someone steps up and catches it before it hits the ground, the thrower is out. If it's a grounder and you step up and try to field it and miss, oh boy. You had to walk up, face first, spread your arms against the wall and make yourself as big as a target as possible. Everybody who was left in the game got a shot at you with the ball, but you were still in the game. Damned it that didn't make me a bold and confident fielder on baseball teams in the future!


Our thing in high* school was "Death Hacky" . We'd kick anytime we could and the rules were simple. If you caught it, served to yourself or went for an inside kick and it went through the gap formed by your 'crossed' leg, one of the other players got to heave it at your bare chest. The worst reaction we ever got from a member of the faculty or staff was an eye roll.

*more often than not
 
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