on a night of dodgeballery

And the Deeper civil war

Well dear reader, it finally happened.

Last night, after a week of waiting, I made my debut on the dodge ball court.

It’s been almost thirty years since I last played this deadly game.

Since then, some of the rules have changed.

The first difference?

It was co-ed.

Back in the 80’s there was boys gym and girls gym. Never did the two meet.

Instead, the gym was divided by a heavy vinyl curtain with the girls on one side and the boys on the other.

The curtain was still there. Two dodge ball games were being played simultaneously. The court however featured both boys and girls at play. Sure some may say that we were men and women, but when you play dodgeball, you instantly regress to adolescence. For a moment I was worried that I would once again be visited by chronic, painful zits and inconvenient, unexplainable erections.

Next?

The ball used in the game wasn’t the same.

Back when old Johnny McCloud was my gym teacher, he gave future world ranked heavy weight boxer Kirk Johnson old leather volley…