With all this time away from the blog, there's so much that I could talk about here. I could focus on that crazy decree from the Pope, the fact that this new movie "Who's Your Caddy?" is likely a sign of the apocalypse, Prison Break becoming my latest addiction, or the ongoing saga of Michael Vick.
Lately I've had something slightly more hilarious on my mind: Dodgeball.
On saturday I watched my roommates and a bunch of friends participate in the National Outdoor Dodgeball Championships. I would've liked to play, but I figured it'd be pretty embarrassing if I were to aggravate my injury and have to explain that to my boss.
As I have previously stated, seeing people get hit with things is very entertaining. When Steve went in to sign up the team, he said that the park district employee warned him that the game wasn't just about throwing and catching, but there was a lot of strategy involved. Now, I had wondered how much strategy could really be involved. I figured the guy was all talk and just trying to fill up an empty bracket. I was wrong.
The first match that they competed in was against a group of guys who had obviously done this many, many times before. They even brought a radio with mp3 player with them and set it down on their side of the court so that they could have some pumping techno music to aid their dodgeballing efforts. (It gave me flashes to The Big Lebowski...) These guys (we dubbed them "The Swedes" due to their yellow and blue jerseys) steamrolled over our team knocking out all 6 competitors without losing any of their players. I found the whole thing hilarious as our team looked like the rookies that they were. If it was any consolation, though, our team had some amazing jerseys (white shirts with a big, red target on the front). The next match wasn't much better, as we lost again, only knocking out one player from the other team. It was looking to be a very long day.
When all was said and done, the good guys got their act together and started playing well. They ended up taking second place in the division by the end of the tournament, losing in the championship match to the aforementioned "Swedes." I've got some hilarious video footage from the day including one of the most errant throws ever caught on tape. It's possible that it's still sailing off course...
The funniest part about the dodgeball tournament, however, was the people. Some people took it so very, very seriously. I felt pretty sorry for the refs who were judging these events. They were constantly berated for the calls that they would make or not make. I guess that when things get competitive, it doesn't matter the source of the competition. People just hate losing.
Me? I'm pretty used to it.
Much luv,
Rob
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2 comments:
I had seen that movie and thought it was just a farce, but then I saw a match on cable and realized this was a real game – no less absurd, but real nonetheless. I also just recently heard that our minister from our previous region is enrolled in some sort of bean-bag tossing game tournament. I hear on the South Side they have bullet-dodging contests. People are strange.
Hey, as long as you are going to use a wrench for dodge practice, why not make it a knife-wrench. You know, for kids!
Troy
Re: Troy
Nice...tied in Dodgeball to Scrubs. Me likey.
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