All you needed was an asphalt tennis court, about 40 teen aged boys, a dozen or so half inflated volleyballs, and a ton of testosterone.
Add to that some counselors that had a warped sense of humor, and the game became a game of shirts and skins.
Add to that a lot of sunshine, and suddenly, both teams were laying on their backs, on the hot asphalt, behind the baseline, waiting for the counselors to count off "1-2-3 Warball"!
To my knowledge, noboday ever got seriously injured playing,maybe a skinned knee, or a little overheated. There was that one time that the kid wasn't looking and stepped right in front of a ball and literally got knocked out, but we dont count that really. Do we?
The bottom line is that WE LOVED THIS GAME, to the point of taking parts in tournements in the evenings, and playing it again on open program Saturdays.
Who thinks we could play this game today?
Add to that some counselors that had a warped sense of humor, and the game became a game of shirts and skins.
Add to that a lot of sunshine, and suddenly, both teams were laying on their backs, on the hot asphalt, behind the baseline, waiting for the counselors to count off "1-2-3 Warball"!
To my knowledge, noboday ever got seriously injured playing,maybe a skinned knee, or a little overheated. There was that one time that the kid wasn't looking and stepped right in front of a ball and literally got knocked out, but we dont count that really. Do we?
The bottom line is that WE LOVED THIS GAME, to the point of taking parts in tournements in the evenings, and playing it again on open program Saturdays.
Who thinks we could play this game today?
1 comment:
Hey, don't forget the most important ingredient in this recipe for mayhem: the Bloodball, frechly removed from a tetherball pole.
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