Beware The Dodge Ball!
Oh, to be a kid again. To once again enjoy the virtues of innocence, the splendor of freedom and the rewards reaped from being ignorant to the cruelties of the real world. It was truly a special time in our lives. When we were children we explored, we imagined, we dreamt and we learned something new almost every single day. At that young age our little minds were so impressionable and our personalities were still being formed. We are like sponges to the spills of life. And one of our key soaking spots was school. Ahh yes the glory days of elementary school. Golden times indeed. Who could forget the art classes, hook nooks, jungle gyms, lunch boxes, and hot dog days? In those days we cut our small teeth on reading, writing, and arithmetic. (Quick sidenote: Can we stop calling these the three R's now? Just a thought, y'know cause these aren't even three friggin R's. Never were in fact. What you have here is W.A.R. It's the WAR of education kids. Learn or die! But I digress…) Many a life lesson were learned back in those days, whether it was socializing ourselves through games of red rover, the art of negotiating when we desperately tried to trade our below average lunch treats like wagon wheels for more cherished snacks like twinkies or ho ho's and publicly expressing our feelings by writing on our pencil cases (Michael + Hillary T.I.D./T.I.N.D). They were truly formative years. There was nary an activity in elementary school that did not serve a purpose towards our development. Well, all but one…

What the hell was dodge ball supposed to be teaching us?

For those that don't remember, dodge ball was a barbaric like game where one or two players were the 'taggers' and by using a large rubber ball had to tag the other players (who were confined within a circle) by hitting them extremely hard with the ball. Any player that gets tagged was out and became a "tagger". This went on until there was only one survivor…err player left within the circle. Quite honestly this was not a game rather it was a form of torture. Let's place a dozen ten year old students inside of a small confined space and let them scramble to avoid being pulverized by a large plastic ball being hurled at them by their spastic peers. What exactly was this preparing kids for? For being in a firing line? Hunting? Fearing the cold hand of death? What?

If you wanted to see the true face of fear, you need look no further than a game of dodge ball at your local elementary school. It was a truly horrifying experience. When a dodge ball game was announced during gym class a hush fell over the gymnasium. Kid's faces instantly turned as pale as ghosts as the death march towards the dodge ball circle commenced. Then as the game started, panic would break out like a bomb just exploded. Instantly within the circle the intended "taggees" would frantically run around, knocking into one another to avoid being blasted with the ball. All you could hear was the frenzied sound of footsteps and heavy breathing as kids shuffled right, then left, then right, to desperately stay out of harms way. The taggers would be screeching like a pack of hyenas as they rambunctiously cheered on the carnage. And let me tell you, those balls stung, these weren't nerf balls we were dodging. But what else would you expect from a game that was also coined amongst school yards as Murder Ball?

Afternoons of murder ball…no, this isn't going to require therapy.

I believe I actually remember my grade school gym teachers getting some perverse pleasure over dodge ball games. Almost as if they were trying to hold back the laughter at watching clumsy nine year olds getting their legs taken out from beneath them from the intensity of the propulsion of the ball. I think that was the only reason it was played so our teachers could have a chuckle at the expense of seeing us run for our lives or perhaps they wanted some form of payback for the horrors that were inflicted on them years ago within the dodge ball circle. For whatever reason, I really don't understand why as children we are put through this punishment and worse yet at regulated gym time in our school of all places? They actually tried to pass this mistreatment off as a sport? Dodge ball a sport? If this was such a normal gym class sport, why didn't we ever play it past grade 8? I guess they figured at the ripe age of twelve we had mastered the skills of avoiding fast moving flying objects and throwing balls at people? Righttttttt…..

Dodge this Mr. Gym Teacher!

…but that's just my opinion.

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