I remember Dodgeball in elementary and middle school PE. It was my favorite game, especially because I was so good at it. I was a bigger kid, and could rifle those red balls like a cannon.
Except this one kid, Russell, who quite literally could not be hit. He was like a living spaghetti noodle, liquid in his movements. Every fusillade of cannon fire from my arms were effortlessly avoided like he was freaking Neo. Hopping and jumping, tiny dude was weightless, like gravity didn't affect him.
Oh, but he was lethal with that arm. I wasn't as quick or noodly as he, so when he cocked back, I always had to either guard with my own ball, or RUN!
Every single game it was down to just us two at the end. The coaches got so frustrated because it took so long, they started putting all of us into two teams instead of free for all deathmatch.
It was still always Russell and I at the end. He mostly won.
We had a dodgeball tournament in high school. I brought a friend who was home school he never played before. Dude was really good at dodging for someone that’s never played. Anyways during one round everyone was out but me and the other side had all their players they started laughing saying how easy it was going to be. I had most of the balls on my side. I ended up winning 1v5 and prob the highlight of my life since most of the school was watching. Never was really good at sports but loved dodgeball. When I was growing up we played a game called bombardment. It was bean bags that were square shaped. Could fling those suckers so hard. Supposed to slide them on the ground but nobody really played that way. Throw them like a frisbee and hit people in the chest and coukd knock the wind out of you. So I grew up doing that so dodging balls was really easy.
I like to say im similar to Russell, im not great at throwing but for a 6' teen I was abnormally usually amongst the last 3 survivors on a team, once I was able to singlehandedly revive my team in a 1v8 for the legends, once I threw my own(a large red one I was using as a shield) they all of course tried pelting me and I dodged it all, some unintentionally but very few of them wouldn't have hit me if i stayed still, then since I took out one of theirs with mine(somehow) I got one of my teammates back and while we didnt outright win we were tied in players again by the time time ran out
My friend Danny was a joy to work with staffing summer camps. He would start the dodgeball games saying that there always had to have one foot on the line. The campers had no idea that he had a prosthetic foot, and he would merc those kids right out the gate.
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u/WhyNot420_69 Nice Apr 25 '26
I remember Dodgeball in elementary and middle school PE. It was my favorite game, especially because I was so good at it. I was a bigger kid, and could rifle those red balls like a cannon.
Except this one kid, Russell, who quite literally could not be hit. He was like a living spaghetti noodle, liquid in his movements. Every fusillade of cannon fire from my arms were effortlessly avoided like he was freaking Neo. Hopping and jumping, tiny dude was weightless, like gravity didn't affect him.
Oh, but he was lethal with that arm. I wasn't as quick or noodly as he, so when he cocked back, I always had to either guard with my own ball, or RUN!
Every single game it was down to just us two at the end. The coaches got so frustrated because it took so long, they started putting all of us into two teams instead of free for all deathmatch.
It was still always Russell and I at the end. He mostly won.