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Wednesday, June 12, 2019
Is dodgeball oppressive?
No, but some "experts" would have you think that it is. Like this loser, appropriately skewered here by hilarious YouTube personality Infinite Elgintensity.
Couldn't listen to that prissy little marshmallow talk anymore. I can almost guarantee you that he was the kid who got wedgies and wet willies and noogies when he was in school. If he had to play dodgeball, he probably stood on the sidelines and cried.
Yeah, bruce, it's just another of those violent white man games like rugby, and American football, that were invented to display white privilege by violently oppressing...well, other white people.
I remember playing it in PE in junior high, and I'm reasonably sure no one that played it at the time was traumatized, or had their personality warped by participating. Although, I was in the middle of one of those dodgeball games when I was struck by my first ever migraine headache, during which I thought I was gonna die. But, I don't remember thinking, at the time, that the game was to blame. It was just a game kids played.
I couldn't throw the ball as hard as some, but I was good at the dodging part, so it was still fun.
We used the large, soft rubber balls like the one in the video thumbnail, so it wasn't like you were dodging a Bob Gibson fastball. I quickly figured out that if you gave them a stationary target, you had plenty of time to "read the fastball" and get out of the way. Then I'd usually only get nailed by another player I didn't realize was throwing at me at the same time, and I couldn't dodge both.
I only played a couple times in grade school and loved it, then the powers that be banned it, circa '71. I felt it was something I was good at, while not being good at basketball (my true love.)
Anyway, this is all so stupid. Back in '71, it was voluntary, if you don't want to play, then by all means go get the tattoo your mom's boyfriend will pay for if your brother ever pays for that meth he got but he can't until his 14 year old girlfriend sells the tools her brother stole from his uncle's roommate while he was in jail for DUI because the car he was driving was reported stolen but wasn't really because his ex-wife's former boyfriend had reported it stolen because he forgot where he parked it.
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I thought that 'game' was just made up for the weird movie (had to watch it with my kids).
So it's a real game?
Oh, it's real, alright. I used to play it as a kid and absolutely loved it.
Couldn't listen to that prissy little marshmallow talk anymore. I can almost guarantee you that he was the kid who got wedgies and wet willies and noogies when he was in school. If he had to play dodgeball, he probably stood on the sidelines and cried.
Yeah, bruce, it's just another of those violent white man games like rugby, and American football, that were invented to display white privilege by violently oppressing...well, other white people.
I remember playing it in PE in junior high, and I'm reasonably sure no one that played it at the time was traumatized, or had their personality warped by participating. Although, I was in the middle of one of those dodgeball games when I was struck by my first ever migraine headache, during which I thought I was gonna die. But, I don't remember thinking, at the time, that the game was to blame. It was just a game kids played.
I couldn't throw the ball as hard as some, but I was good at the dodging part, so it was still fun.
Dodging was my favorite part. Nothing like executing a Grand Jeté and having the ball zip through the air where you used to be (and hitting that little weasel Jimmy Whitt right on the ol' beezer).
We used the large, soft rubber balls like the one in the video thumbnail, so it wasn't like you were dodging a Bob Gibson fastball. I quickly figured out that if you gave them a stationary target, you had plenty of time to "read the fastball" and get out of the way. Then I'd usually only get nailed by another player I didn't realize was throwing at me at the same time, and I couldn't dodge both.
We laughed at the movie because we didn't know it was a real game, now I'm feeling racist for laughing someone else's culture! :-)
Did Jimmy look like Dewey Crowe?
Similar stature, but not nearly as dumb.
I liked catching it.
Try to hit me? Yer outta heah!
I only played a couple times in grade school and loved it, then the powers that be banned it, circa '71. I felt it was something I was good at, while not being good at basketball (my true love.)
Anyway, this is all so stupid. Back in '71, it was voluntary, if you don't want to play, then by all means go get the tattoo your mom's boyfriend will pay for if your brother ever pays for that meth he got but he can't
until his 14 year old girlfriend sells the tools her brother stole from his uncle's roommate while he was in jail for DUI because the car he was driving was reported stolen but wasn't really because his ex-wife's former boyfriend had reported it stolen because he forgot where he parked it.
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