Close your eyes and you’ll hear the sound of natural selection…
This was the greatest game ever invented for middle-school gym class. You knew exactly where you stood in terms of coolness. The nerds and unathletic were the first to get hit (easy marks). It always came down to the same three or four kids at the end.
There are deliverers of pain, and there are receivers of pain. I guarantee you, Clayton Tucker still has a slight impression of that cross hatch pattern on his back somewhere.
In seventh-grade PE my friend drilled his brother in the face, broke his glasses, and I think he was bleeding a little. HIS OWN BROTHER.
There were no friends or family on the other side, only victims.
Come to think of it, this country really started going down the shitter when schools started banning dodgeball and other “human target” games. How do we expect to raise men to protect our country if we treat them like flower-holding pussies all of their childhood? Kids need to lose, kids need to get hurt, kids need to be made fun of. It’s what gets them ready for life.
Absolutely ridiculous. Dodgeball was not an oppressor of children…it was a teacher of life.