@@Nimbus1701 Ah, yes, that was a time, my gen of 73, dumb as f. We played with a medicine ball weighing approx. 2 - 2,5 kg, after that we needed real medical help.
I truly belive that the reason we didn't have as much school violence back in the day is because we could play dodgeball and throw snowballs and get our aggressions out during play. We could play cops and robbers and "get the bad guy," we could do leg wrestling and prove our superior strength over the others all in the name of healthy, satisfying "good fun" without fear of being called a "bully!" Yes, those were the best days ever!
I say it's because if it got too bad, we'd settle it outside of school. Kids aren't even allowed to do that anymore. Is it any wonder we got where we are?
An epic tale of the "Gladiatoral Classroom" known as Gym Class - not yet morphed into "PE" - and a memory that has yet to fully recede into the dusty cobwebs of Gen-X historical yore. Well done, good sir!
I was one of the particularly large girth, but i used this to my advantage as my steps were not slow, and my my reflexes were almost as powerful as my sheer passion to not hear the dreaded thud of rubber upon the largest of target in the entire arena. But like all the other combat sports i have taken part of my tenacity and skill were camouflaged by the preconceived assumptions and stereotypes. I was absolutely ruthless when i had the chance to partake in this grand event. I have dethroned many a knight, king, titans of this battle at the same time as the last man standing.
We played straight dodgeball and a game called "War". The gym teacher used the gymnastics equipment, with wrestling mats draping over them, and created a literal field of war. As we bobbed and weaved our way around obstacles and flying dodgeballs, he stood high on the bleachers and made sure those who were hit were out. It was the greatest game of my life as a Gen Xer. (born in 66)
I loved that game in high school. It was your one chance to completely annihilate your classmates, especially those ones to the face or baby maker. And it was all school sanctioned. How awesome was that?! Ah yes, being an 80's kid was hell, but I loved every minute of it.
Absolutely nothing beats GEN-X. Born in 67 and able to grow up in the 80's. I thank you sir for your insight and intellect. I feel like im reliving my early years through you.
It's funny how I now think of dodgeball with fond nostalgia... I seem to remember at the time it was a source of panic and stress. Every PE day was a potential day of doom... walking into the gym in squeaky shoes and seeing the big rubber ball rack on the side of the gym with a sense of panic. I was the kid that could catch and dodge but couldn't throw worth crap so I always ended up still standing but basically cannon fodder. Usually ended with taking a ball to the face... lol... good times.
As a child, I was blessed with a wicked right arm.. i was always the first chosen as the combatants choosed their sides.. my preferred weapon was the smaller red-ridged playground ball, as it afforded much higher velocity.. my opponents feared the whistling sound of these cannon shots.. I distinctly remember firing a fast round at an opposing player who meekly attempted to block the shot by placing his own ball in front of his face - my volley struck with such force that his own ball was driven from his hands and into his own face, nearly knocking him unconscious.. my side cheered with approval
We are truly the last generation with amazing tails to tell, good times. There's nothing scarier than getting old with no stories to tell, stay strong in weak times.
As a Dodgeball Combat Veteran, I approve of this. I still have PTSD (pretty-tender-sore-dermis) from my days in the gym fighting for my life and my team. The sting (literally) of defeat and the sweet sound (the 'wack' of a rubber ball on bare skin) of Victory still resonate in my memories. Good times
I remember those days. We added yet another level of complexity to our Dodge Ball games, for if your teammates were to eliminate the one that put you to the sideline, you were then revived and could return to the game. Oh the good I’l old days. They are to be cherished.
Your Song Selection of Braveheart and how well you edited to your video is as Beautiful as your Narration of the Battle of the Dodgeball War's. We Gen. XR's are the Last True Veterans of Dodgeball War's.
I loved that dodge ball was equal opportunity annilation. It didn't matter if you were a girl, boy, eight years old or eighteen. You were all worthy targets of the mighty red rubber ball.
I loved Dodgeball days. It was great when your team had all the balls at the same time, and you could strategize who you were gonna go for. We'd pick one person to target, one person would throw high to get them to duck, while the other two throw at the waist. When they ducked for the first ball, they would get two in the face. In 8th grade I hit the meanest kid in our school in the face and bounced his head off the wall, the other kids laughed at him. I thought he was gonna kill me, but he didn't lol. Good times.
You, good sir are like the legendary Viking skalds of yore. Regaling us with tales of a bygone age. Memories are rekindled and my heart races at the telling.
I served my time in the Great Dodgeball War of 94. Many of my brothers and sisters never made it home in those dark days. And while we wept for those fallen, we never stopped serving.
The tears, sweat, and even blood shed during these most epic of battles will forever be recounted as some of the most desperate and heroic moments of our young lives. The hollow ping of these painful plastic projectiles will forever echo in our souls. To past battles! To those that were lost, to those that were won, but most of all to our courage to rush forth and arm ourselves from that fateful ball line and do battle with our peers.
As I’m sitting here watching and reminiscing on my grade school years and loving this great storytelling the world spoke back at me and damn if the song from my 8th grade cheerleading dance didn’t just start playing on the radio 🫠🫠🤗🥹🥹
If you can distinctly remember the sound of a dodgeball striking your adversary, and can distinguish between a head shot and a gut shot, you're definitely a Gen X'r.
This gotta be the best Story Time video of GenX experieince with Dodgeball Ever! Im in tears laughing because you had to become the Apex Predator of the game out there lol
I'm proud to say that I could've probably gone pro if dodgeball were a mainstream sport. I was a lot like Timothy in some ways, but without the size advantage. I was very fast and could jump out of the gym back in high school, and had a decent arm that was extremely accurate. I have a similar story of impossible odds as me and an underclass skater kid by the name of Micah were severely outnumbered in a dodgeball match (2 against 8 or 9 if I remember correctly), though we called dodgeball 'Civil War' at that time, or at least our P.E. teacher did. I can't remember too many other times in my life where I was more determined, but me and Micah came out victorious and stunning those on the other team who figured they had us dead to rights, and literally wiped the smirks off all their faces. This was also during 7th period P.E. class where all the athletes of different sports teams were lumped into one class, so we weren't up against slouches by any means. Thank you for letting me brag and reminisce about better times (this was back in 1998).
Dodgeball only had one rule, Always aim for the head, an then... PINGGGGGG! A sound that will forever live in our dreams of victory and our nightmares of defeat. A sound once heard can never be forgotten. You're hearing it now, aren't you?
I swear everything fun I loved as a child has been nerfed to all hell or outright banned. I miss dodgeball, the three story high monkey bars, mary-go-rounds and those huge spinning/pivoting seesaws that lifted you up 12ft off the ground and pray your siblings don't jump off while you're up. 😅
Warriors have forever felt the sting of sharp steel cutting flesh, the pounding of war hammers crushing their plate armor. We heard the high pitched Ting of that textured rubber ball, the burn of its slap against exposed flesh, and the fire that follows mere seconds later. War is not for everyone. Sometimes I awaken at night hearing the tormented screams of my slower teammates.
Duuuude - the wind chimes at the end!!! 😂🎉 Too Perfect 🤣🤣🤣. I bet if you could go back and watch video of every dodgeball game and track down the kids who just ran around like idiots trying to “hide” vs the kids who actually PLAYED, caught balls and “held the line” you’d have some interesting lifelong correlations… 🤔😉.
As last of the dodgeball warriors I 🫡 you thank you for the story brought back the time where three balls were missed and yet one was caught and returned
Dodge ball... Tether ball... Softball...hardball.. Basketball.. There's a running theme here and I think I've been hit by all of those 😅😅😅😅 The punch in the face by a schoolmate didn't count...fighting about who would play tetherball .. That one was esp brutal since it could hit you once and then come back around and whack you again😂😂😂 😂
In HS dodgeball, I was The Little One and the new girl. While being homeschooled, I did softball, track and field, gymnastics, ballet, and mma before HS. In HS, I did regular PE freshman and sophomore year, dance team junior year and mascot senior year. During PE, I was the new girl and the little one. Everyone matured faster than I did. They were bigger, taller, and stronger. I was little but faster, smarter and more athletic. I did a lot of flipping, tucking, rolling, jumping, ducking, twirling, and leaping around to avoid balls and they couldn't escape my fast pitch. I was both the easy target and the hard target at the same time. They were always pissed that they couldn't get me. Im still 5ft 2in tall after 3 kids i just made it to 135lbs. I still beat my husband (6ft 5in and 330lbs) and kids in dodgeball. 😂😂😂
For all you Matthews out there. I never could throw like the killers we had, neanderthals that had failed 8th grade twice on purpose just to play ball. This wasn't general population, but middle school football program. The smaller boys were absolutely terrified of getting hit by those fireballs every Friday. I decided to eat the pain and in stead of dodging, commit to catching. With a little practice, I went from last pick to first, hurt like hell but I quickly became the trump card. Didn't matter how hard, fast or mean you could throw it, I'd take you out 9 out of 10 times. Whatever team I was on was essentially guaranteed win. Absolute delight seeing the frustration and disbelief on their faces realizing their physical superiority becoming utterly useless. The reign of terror was squelched.
I remember during recess, with the lack of structure of a gym class, we played Poison Ball. (For modern verbage, Dodgeball Battle Royale.) I always preferred that, for some reason.
Looking back it’s amazing how we could turn every sport we played into full contact gladiator games. Your best friend became your worst enemy when matched opposing each other and when the game ended all dirty cheap shots were admired for the deviousness for which they were used.
I swear I just found this Channel and I have never laughed so hard because every single thing you say I relate to 100% I used to live for Dodgeball it scared me but I didn't care I was in for it also Red Rover Red Rover man that was fun and I always end up trying to bust through and then fall on my face but I'd get right back up and say I'm fine and keep playing.... I'm a girl I was born in 72 and when I was about 7:00 I broke my arm and my mom said it was visibly broken you could see it I was walking across the top of a swing set of swinging and I just started putting pressure on it and showing my mom look I'm okay because I wanted to just keep playing outside obviously she had to take me to the hospital LOL
God I miss those times!!! When kids were kids and we played outside!!! On the weekend we were out by 8am and mom was lucky if we where home for supper!! Most times we go home when the street lights came on because that was the rule!!
For God, For Country, For Freedom! For Dodgeball! ❤❤❤
omg lol
The bards still sing of the day that Mathew was bested. Truly heroes were born that day.
A real life David and Goliath….
Give this man a script writer and a show. I'd watch. Fellow Gen-Xer here born in 1973.
@@Nimbus1701 Ah, yes, that was a time, my gen of 73, dumb as f. We played with a medicine ball weighing approx. 2 - 2,5 kg, after that we needed real medical help.
And glasses shall be raised in the memory of Timmy, who sacrificed himself for the greater glory of his team.
@@thedadbodveterandude you’ve saved my mind today my good sir god bless you
As a fellow dodgeball veteran, I thank you for your service.❤
Dodgeball is the reason why all us Gen X'ers have the thousand yard stare...
Amen
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My son believes I got that in Iraq, Afghanistan, Somalia. No I developed that attribute in the 5th grade, along with no fear of death!
Maybe in America. 😀
The hihg pitched 'PING' that red bball made when impacting someone's face was pure joy.
🤣🤣🤣 I was thinking the same thing!
i can taste this sound
😂😂😂 it stung. Oh, it stung.
😂 it was !!!
It really was.
The Braveheart score was a perfect selection!!
Mesmerizing soundtrack. I spotted it right away. Brilliant choice!
I truly belive that the reason we didn't have as much school violence back in the day is because we could play dodgeball and throw snowballs and get our aggressions out during play. We could play cops and robbers and "get the bad guy," we could do leg wrestling and prove our superior strength over the others all in the name of healthy, satisfying "good fun" without fear of being called a "bully!" Yes, those were the best days ever!
Unironically, yes.
Never mind that when fights happened, they resulted in detention or suspension - not law enforcement involvement.
Absolutely!!!
I say it's because if it got too bad, we'd settle it outside of school. Kids aren't even allowed to do that anymore. Is it any wonder we got where we are?
Yup! We would play dodgeball in gym then go out for recess and play king of the hill on biggest snow hill on school grounds. Lol
Or we were actually encouraged to stand up to bullies instead of snitching
I was a dodgeball warrior as a kid. Thanks for a beautiful narration of a wonderful childhood memory.
An epic tale of the "Gladiatoral Classroom" known as Gym Class - not yet morphed into "PE" - and a memory that has yet to fully recede into the dusty cobwebs of Gen-X historical yore. Well done, good sir!
It was truly the best of times. I left many a friend in that battlefield. Mostly friends with a large girths and slow steps.
😂😂
I ended up in the hospital with a concussion from a friend with a large girth. It was hilarious.
😂 Agility was beneficial.
I was one of the particularly large girth, but i used this to my advantage as my steps were not slow, and my my reflexes were almost as powerful as my sheer passion to not hear the dreaded thud of rubber upon the largest of target in the entire arena. But like all the other combat sports i have taken part of my tenacity and skill were camouflaged by the preconceived assumptions and stereotypes. I was absolutely ruthless when i had the chance to partake in this grand event. I have dethroned many a knight, king, titans of this battle at the same time as the last man standing.
@@frederickjeremy hear hear! We who were also of large girth salute you! I loved it when they underestimated me.
Nay, fellow, my girth belied my swiftness of foot and victory was mine.
We played straight dodgeball and a game called "War". The gym teacher used the gymnastics equipment, with wrestling mats draping over them, and created a literal field of war. As we bobbed and weaved our way around obstacles and flying dodgeballs, he stood high on the bleachers and made sure those who were hit were out. It was the greatest game of my life as a Gen Xer. (born in 66)
Sounds like what we called "Bombardment"
We called it Warball.
The narration, the music, truly a masterpiece my good sir! 😂
I loved that game in high school. It was your one chance to completely annihilate your classmates, especially those ones to the face or baby maker. And it was all school sanctioned. How awesome was that?! Ah yes, being an 80's kid was hell, but I loved every minute of it.
Ah at 8 years old, I had my one and only Matrix moment decades before neo was neo. It happened on such a dodgeball battlefield..
I remember Larry Dunkle in 4th grade broke his arm in the best "dodge" I've ever seen. He might have broken his arm but he was the winner that day.
Dodgeball was how I learn how to move so fast and not overthink my moves. Life skills.😉
I can smell the very distinct aroma of the red rubber and feel the particular greasiness of the waffled surface ......days of glory, my friends
Man I miss dodgeball...so much fun. The marks you would get from ball was a badge of honor!!
The sound of the ball, omg. It was 30+ years ago, I can still hear it 😂
What about the ball imprint when you were on the ski s team. Aye a badge of courage and honor!
Absolutely nothing beats GEN-X.
Born in 67 and able to grow up in the 80's.
I thank you sir for your insight and intellect. I feel like im reliving my early years through you.
a summer of love baby like myself❤67 here too😂
It's funny how I now think of dodgeball with fond nostalgia... I seem to remember at the time it was a source of panic and stress. Every PE day was a potential day of doom... walking into the gym in squeaky shoes and seeing the big rubber ball rack on the side of the gym with a sense of panic. I was the kid that could catch and dodge but couldn't throw worth crap so I always ended up still standing but basically cannon fodder. Usually ended with taking a ball to the face... lol... good times.
The times, they were different, but they were good indeed.
I feel this deeply😂
As a child, I was blessed with a wicked right arm.. i was always the first chosen as the combatants choosed their sides.. my preferred weapon was the smaller red-ridged playground ball, as it afforded much higher velocity.. my opponents feared the whistling sound of these cannon shots.. I distinctly remember firing a fast round at an opposing player who meekly attempted to block the shot by placing his own ball in front of his face - my volley struck with such force that his own ball was driven from his hands and into his own face, nearly knocking him unconscious.. my side cheered with approval
That sounds awesome! Those little round balls were heat seeking missiles in the hands of a guy with a good arm.
Bahahaha!
We are truly the last generation with amazing tails to tell, good times. There's nothing scarier than getting old with no stories to tell, stay strong in weak times.
As a Dodgeball Combat Veteran, I approve of this. I still have PTSD (pretty-tender-sore-dermis) from my days in the gym fighting for my life and my team. The sting (literally) of defeat and the sweet sound (the 'wack' of a rubber ball on bare skin) of Victory still resonate in my memories.
Good times
I remember those days. We added yet another level of complexity to our Dodge Ball games, for if your teammates were to eliminate the one that put you to the sideline, you were then revived and could return to the game. Oh the good I’l old days. They are to be cherished.
I can still feel the red rubber hash marks on my face!!!
"When the battle begins, I will find you, my enemy, but when the battle has been won or lost, I seek you, my friend."
~Roman Centurion.
"If you can dodge a wrench...you can dodge a ball."
Your Song Selection of Braveheart and how well you edited to your video is as Beautiful as your Narration of the Battle of the Dodgeball War's.
We Gen. XR's are the Last True Veterans of Dodgeball War's.
The Last True Feral Children!!!
Absolutely love the way he tells his story’s.
Truly a resonating sound that harkens the joys of childhood. Kudos to you kind sir, for bringing forth such joy in this Orwellian world.
I'd love to have a few beers with you while the burgers cook on the BBQ .. well done sir!
The windchimes kicked in perfectly in time with the epic tale. Even the 4winds rejoice in the defeat of the titan.
Amen!!!
Damn, I love this guy’s delivery. Someone put him in a movie, for goodness sake!
I loved that dodge ball was equal opportunity annilation. It didn't matter if you were a girl, boy, eight years old or eighteen. You were all worthy targets of the mighty red rubber ball.
I loved Dodgeball days. It was great when your team had all the balls at the same time, and you could strategize who you were gonna go for. We'd pick one person to target, one person would throw high to get them to duck, while the other two throw at the waist. When they ducked for the first ball, they would get two in the face. In 8th grade I hit the meanest kid in our school in the face and bounced his head off the wall, the other kids laughed at him. I thought he was gonna kill me, but he didn't lol. Good times.
Love the “Braveheart” orchestrated score as your background or embedded music.
You, good sir are like the legendary Viking skalds of yore. Regaling us with tales of a bygone age. Memories are rekindled and my heart races at the telling.
The more I listen to you. The more I muss my childhood. 😢
Beautifully narrated ❤
I served my time in the Great Dodgeball War of 94. Many of my brothers and sisters never made it home in those dark days. And while we wept for those fallen, we never stopped serving.
A most epic tale told by a most epic warrior.
To you, my good sir, I salute you.
I was truly riveted with a smile on my face. I love the way you speak of Yesterday. Wild and Feral indeed.
The tears, sweat, and even blood shed during these most epic of battles will forever be recounted as some of the most desperate and heroic moments of our young lives. The hollow ping of these painful plastic projectiles will forever echo in our souls. To past battles! To those that were lost, to those that were won, but most of all to our courage to rush forth and arm ourselves from that fateful ball line and do battle with our peers.
As I’m sitting here watching and reminiscing on my grade school years and loving this great storytelling the world spoke back at me and damn if the song from my 8th grade cheerleading dance didn’t just start playing on the radio
🫠🫠🤗🥹🥹
I can remember those days. We did not have ac in our school at all. I can still hear and feel the smack of the ball. Those really were great times!❤❤❤
Dodgeball and kickball were 2 of my favorite games growing up. Kickball was Dodgeball with bases.
If you can distinctly remember the sound of a dodgeball striking your adversary, and can distinguish between a head shot and a gut shot, you're definitely a Gen X'r.
Ah yes dodgeball. What a great sport. I still can hear the sound of the ball "PING" as it smashed against my face. Truly great memories.
This was awesome, thank you sir. The memory long gone
This gotta be the best Story Time video of GenX experieince with Dodgeball Ever! Im in tears laughing because you had to become the Apex Predator of the game out there lol
Thank you. Dodgeball!!!
The greatest of games.
Awesome message bloke , let's see how many understand it , hopefully a lot of people do . Cheers from Down Under!
Dodgeball was the best !
I wasn’t necessarily so good, but I dearly loved playing it.
Duck, dodge, dip, dive & dodge! I loved the dodgeball movie! 😂🤣
I'm proud to say that I could've probably gone pro if dodgeball were a mainstream sport. I was a lot like Timothy in some ways, but without the size advantage. I was very fast and could jump out of the gym back in high school, and had a decent arm that was extremely accurate. I have a similar story of impossible odds as me and an underclass skater kid by the name of Micah were severely outnumbered in a dodgeball match (2 against 8 or 9 if I remember correctly), though we called dodgeball 'Civil War' at that time, or at least our P.E. teacher did. I can't remember too many other times in my life where I was more determined, but me and Micah came out victorious and stunning those on the other team who figured they had us dead to rights, and literally wiped the smirks off all their faces. This was also during 7th period P.E. class where all the athletes of different sports teams were lumped into one class, so we weren't up against slouches by any means. Thank you for letting me brag and reminisce about better times (this was back in 1998).
Dodgeball only had one rule, Always aim for the head, an then... PINGGGGGG! A sound that will forever live in our dreams of victory and our nightmares of defeat. A sound once heard can never be forgotten. You're hearing it now, aren't you?
Its our generations M1 Garand sound bite
I swear everything fun I loved as a child has been nerfed to all hell or outright banned. I miss dodgeball, the three story high monkey bars, mary-go-rounds and those huge spinning/pivoting seesaws that lifted you up 12ft off the ground and pray your siblings don't jump off while you're up. 😅
I absolutely jumped out of bed on days we were playing dodge ball in PE , great memories
As you told our tale of old, I was inspired to interpretive dance/ act out in slow motion, the tale along with your narration. We laughed & laughed
New fan here. The seriousness in the manner of which you speak on the subjects you speak on, is pure genius!
I was the deflection and dodge king in my day, I wasn’t the hardest throwing but had decent accuracy. I miss dodgeball
Love this one. Loved Dodgeball and remember square dancing in gym.
If only, like the movie, there were actually a professional Dodgeball league. Imagine being able to relive the nostalgia vicariously on ESPN8...
Warriors have forever felt the sting of sharp steel cutting flesh, the pounding of war hammers crushing their plate armor. We heard the high pitched Ting of that textured rubber ball, the burn of its slap against exposed flesh, and the fire that follows mere seconds later. War is not for everyone. Sometimes I awaken at night hearing the tormented screams of my slower teammates.
Don't forget curb ball, playing in the street, had to stop to let cars drive by, those were the days!!! 56yrs old...
Omg this is the best!!!! I am crying laughing so hard just the best 😂😂😂. Thank you for this definitely needed a good laugh
I am taken back to the narration of the 300 at the end by your version. good stuff!
There was always that one kid who tried to use medicine balls in spite of the teacher's stern warnings... lol
I see the beautiful flag of South Carolina in the background! Such a beautiful state, it produces bards like yourself and other such acts of Bravery.
Love a good loud "sproing"!
He making it sound like a American Civil War Journal entry. 😂
You will always have this amazing battle memory. God bless all of the brave children that day!❤️😂
Duuuude - the wind chimes at the end!!! 😂🎉 Too Perfect 🤣🤣🤣. I bet if you could go back and watch video of every dodgeball game and track down the kids who just ran around like idiots trying to “hide” vs the kids who actually PLAYED, caught balls and “held the line” you’d have some interesting lifelong correlations… 🤔😉.
Tis was perhaps, the best story of ol', you have spoken of. Bar none
The sound of a head shot was forever ingrained in our minds.
It’s truly always a Matthew. Well told.
Ours was Donnie. Dammit, Donnie!
I love how the wind chimes can be heard at just the right moment of the story.
As last of the dodgeball warriors I 🫡 you thank you for the story brought back the time where three balls were missed and yet one was caught and returned
The great story of David vs golilth the school edition. Many a school or school child from the early 90s and before know of such a tale.
It was good indeed good Sir!!!
Those were the days. I miss Dodgeball.
Dodge ball... Tether ball... Softball...hardball.. Basketball.. There's a running theme here and I think I've been hit by all of those 😅😅😅😅
The punch in the face by a schoolmate didn't count...fighting about who would play tetherball .. That one was esp brutal since it could hit you once and then come back around and whack you again😂😂😂 😂
I miss dodgeball so very much ! I was of the monkey bar clan. We defied gravity with a limb and a bit of cloth round the knee.
In HS dodgeball, I was The Little One and the new girl. While being homeschooled, I did softball, track and field, gymnastics, ballet, and mma before HS. In HS, I did regular PE freshman and sophomore year, dance team junior year and mascot senior year. During PE, I was the new girl and the little one. Everyone matured faster than I did. They were bigger, taller, and stronger. I was little but faster, smarter and more athletic. I did a lot of flipping, tucking, rolling, jumping, ducking, twirling, and leaping around to avoid balls and they couldn't escape my fast pitch. I was both the easy target and the hard target at the same time. They were always pissed that they couldn't get me. Im still 5ft 2in tall after 3 kids i just made it to 135lbs. I still beat my husband (6ft 5in and 330lbs) and kids in dodgeball. 😂😂😂
It was an arduous journey, but I found my way, nay. I landed here on your youtube to subscribe
Right on! Quote from the Sandlot hero's come and go kid but Legends never die. lol
What a poetically told dodgeball game. Congratulations on being so victorious. You should feel proud of yourself for eliminating the great titan.
the smell of the red chicken hatched balls, the smell of victory or shame, each player a team mate, each player a lone wolf, it was glorious
For all you Matthews out there. I never could throw like the killers we had, neanderthals that had failed 8th grade twice on purpose just to play ball. This wasn't general population, but middle school football program. The smaller boys were absolutely terrified of getting hit by those fireballs every Friday. I decided to eat the pain and in stead of dodging, commit to catching. With a little practice, I went from last pick to first, hurt like hell but I quickly became the trump card. Didn't matter how hard, fast or mean you could throw it, I'd take you out 9 out of 10 times. Whatever team I was on was essentially guaranteed win. Absolute delight seeing the frustration and disbelief on their faces realizing their physical superiority becoming utterly useless. The reign of terror was squelched.
You knew what was gonna happen on a rainy day. BODGEBALL FIGHTS!!!
I remember during recess, with the lack of structure of a gym class, we played Poison Ball. (For modern verbage, Dodgeball Battle Royale.) I always preferred that, for some reason.
This dude could read a fast food restaurant's menu and it would sound Shakespearean!
That bit where we discovered that Mathew had been held back, that is where laughter ensued.
In almost every dodgeball game, there were moves that would put an Olympian gymnast to shame; and we had no mat to land on, either.
The feel of rubber, the sight of red... triggering PTSD in X'rs to this day.
Looking back it’s amazing how we could turn every sport we played into full contact gladiator games. Your best friend became your worst enemy when matched opposing each other and when the game ended all dirty cheap shots were admired for the deviousness for which they were used.
I swear I just found this Channel and I have never laughed so hard because every single thing you say I relate to 100% I used to live for Dodgeball it scared me but I didn't care I was in for it also Red Rover Red Rover man that was fun and I always end up trying to bust through and then fall on my face but I'd get right back up and say I'm fine and keep playing.... I'm a girl I was born in 72 and when I was about 7:00 I broke my arm and my mom said it was visibly broken you could see it I was walking across the top of a swing set of swinging and I just started putting pressure on it and showing my mom look I'm okay because I wanted to just keep playing outside obviously she had to take me to the hospital LOL
That unmistakable sound of the ball hitting your ear, pinnnnng!
God I miss those times!!! When kids were kids and we played outside!!! On the weekend we were out by 8am and mom was lucky if we where home for supper!! Most times we go home when the street lights came on because that was the rule!!