As part of a spirit day at the school where I teach, the
Athletic Department organized a dodgeball tournament for students and faculty –
that is, each grade level, eight through twelve, as well as the faculty had to
come up with teams to play against each other in a three round tournament. The faculty could organize two teams, as
could the seniors.
As a huge fan of the film Dodgeball
and an avid player in my youth, I couldn’t wait to sign
up, was eager for the tournament to start.
The Athletic Director was nice enough to make up some spiffy shirts,
inspired quite clearly by the movie.
and an avid player in my youth, I couldn’t wait to sign
up, was eager for the tournament to start.
The Athletic Director was nice enough to make up some spiffy shirts,
inspired quite clearly by the movie.
The faculty team I was on would be facing the 9th
graders in the first round, boys and girls of about 15 years old. Lest you worry for their safety, let me say
that, first of all, we do not play dodgeball with the traditional red rubber
ball. No we play with a set of smaller,
dense foam balls that can be thrown quite hard but don’t have that slapping, resonant
impact of Old Red. Secondly, most of the
faculty team are in their 30s and 40s, and while many of us could throw quite
hard, we presented somewhat larger targets, and slow-footed ones at that. Those 9th graders are small and
fast, and very good at avoiding things like hurtling foam balls, vocabulary
quizzes, and vegetables. I know this for
a fact. I used to teach them, when I
could catch them.
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All this is to say that when the opening whistle blew and
the crowd began to cheer, and I a brave display of charging to midcourt and
picking up several balls, but my first set of throws didn’t work out. The foam balls had a tendency to rise and cut
– like a classic four-seam fastball. My devastating
fireball throws sailed over my opponents heads.
And while I was hanging out in the back dodging with the rest of the
lumbering, perspiring teachers, I caught the most glancing of glancingest blows
on the foot, and into jail I went. The 9th
graders made quick work of us.
The seniors eventually won the tournament in the end. They always do with these things.
In talking with the Athletic Director the next day, we came around
to the subject of other playground or street games: stickball, handball,
stoopball, kickball, toss up and cream, and so forth. The AD, who was from Florida, said that he
went to a school once where they played a game called slugball – an indoor variation I’d never heard of, using a
volleyball.
Slugball follows a basic kickball setup with three bases and
home, and a pitcher whose job it is to serve whoever is up at the plate with a
suitable ball for slugging. That is, the
player up could punch (or slap, or poke) the ball with his hand or
forearm. Outs are made by a forceout at
first, but teams could “stack” players on base to prevent a forceout at other bases. If you were tagged by a player holding the
ball or pegged by a thrown ball between bases, that was also an out. Both the
ability to control the direction of the “slug”” and the option to not run the
bases seem to give the team on offense a much wider range of options than in
kickball.
You might check out Streetplay.com
or the Wikipedia article for kickball
for all the variations of rules and codes.
I have two questions for readers – so feel free to offer
some comments here on the blog:
1)
Have you ever played slugball, or something
close to it?
2)
What unique variations of playground games did
you play as a kid?
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