BALLS OF CHAMPIONS
In grade school, it was the ultimate way of separating the herd. Either you played with the big boys or you were the target. For some, even in adulthood, the reverberating tang of a big red bouncy ball still causes an involuntary flinch.
But such are the battle wounds of dodgeball. How many of us headed home at the end of the day with at least one big pink mark some- where on our bodies, our heads still ringing from a particularly hard smack to the noggin?
In the past, dodgeball was one of those things we had to give up as the price for adulthood. It no longer seemed acceptable to line up a bunch of people and have them huck cantaloupe-sized rubber …
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