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So the Nanny Staters continue their BS, this time a school in New Hampshire.

 

They've banned dodgeball, as well as other "human target" games. Just one thing in a long line of things, including drawings of guns, Pop Tart guns, hugging and more.

 

I've written about these types of school policies many times, including things like the drive in NY to ban youth football, and I still just don't understand why parents don't fight it.

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Dodgeball is nature's way of determining who is good and who is fat. Without dodgeball many children will grow up totally unaware that they are different, and that being different is in fact bad. Dodgeball teaches girls about the safety of the herd. Unless of course you're the dumb B word in the back who gets plugged in the face after all the nimble girls in the front scatter.

 

I had front row seats for the demise of dodgeball in school. When I was in elementary school and junior high we played dodgeball constantly in gym class with those super pumped up, vinyl kickballs of all sizes. Those were legit, and I dealt a few concussions and couple of KOs with those bad boys. By high school those had all disappeared and we were then playing with "gator balls" I believe they were called. They were foam and the threat of bodily harm and injury had been almost completely removed. At that point it just wasn't fun anymore.

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How do you humiliate the pussies, geeks and dweebs in school then?

 

I was 6'2" 210 as a Junior in High School... I loved Dodge Ball

 

I was a puny kid in elementary school but you threw the ball at me at any speed I was going to catch the !@#$er. I would just stand there and dare them to throw it. I was also the goalie when we played soccer or hockey.

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I was a puny kid in elementary school but you threw the ball at me at any speed I was going to catch the !@#$er. I would just stand there and dare them to throw it. I was also the goalie when we played soccer or hockey.

Goalies are f@#$ing weirdos. What kind of person volunteers to be the human shield protecting twine from projectiles and is proud of it?

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Goalies are f@#$ing weirdos. What kind of person volunteers to be the human shield protecting twine from projectiles and is proud of it?

 

A !@#$ing weirdo. Oh and I also was a catcher in baseball.

 

And it all started when I was on a pond at a friend's house. His older brother put some homemade goalie gear on me and sent a bucket of pucks zinging past my head. I was forever hooked.

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I was a puny kid in elementary school but you threw the ball at me at any speed I was going to catch the !@#$er. I would just stand there and dare them to throw it. I was also the goalie when we played soccer or hockey.

Goalies are f@#$ing weirdos. What kind of person volunteers to be the human shield protecting twine from projectiles and is proud of it?

 

I am going to go with Jauranimo here, goalies are !@#$ing weirdos... I've played with some great ones over the years, but I wouldn't let them date my sister

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Dodgeball is nature's way of determining who is good and who is fat. Without dodgeball many children will grow up totally unaware that they are different, and that being different is in fact bad. Dodgeball teaches girls about the safety of the herd. Unless of course you're the dumb B word in the back who gets plugged in the face after all the nimble girls in the front scatter.

 

I had front row seats for the demise of dodgeball in school. When I was in elementary school and junior high we played dodgeball constantly in gym class with those super pumped up, vinyl kickballs of all sizes. Those were legit, and I dealt a few concussions and couple of KOs with those bad boys. By high school those had all disappeared and we were then playing with "gator balls" I believe they were called. They were foam and the threat of bodily harm and injury had been almost completely removed. At that point it just wasn't fun anymore.

 

:lol:

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I was small in school, and loved dodgeball.

 

We also had a brutal game--that the teachers loved watching--where a ball thrower would stand on top of the hill and throw a football or kickball to a group of kids below.

 

Not only did you have to catch it in traffic but make it up to the top of the hill without being A) tackled by the kid on top of the hill or B) Being gang tackled by the 10 kids at the bottom. When you were tackled, everyone would pile on and it would all start over again.

 

Skinned knees, bruises, and healthy entertainment for those who wanted to play.

 

We're turning our kids into sissies.

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I guess kids can't play "Smear the Queer" anymore?

 

I was small in school, and loved dodgeball.

 

We also had a brutal game--that the teachers loved watching--where a ball thrower would stand on top of the hill and throw a football or kickball to a group of kids below.

 

Not only did you have to catch it in traffic but make it up to the top of the hill without being A) tackled by the kid on top of the hill or B) Being gang tackled by the 10 kids at the bottom. When you were tackled, everyone would pile on and it would all start over again.

 

Skinned knees, bruises, and healthy entertainment for those who wanted to play.

 

We're turning our kids into sissies.

 

Its funny, dodgeball and other contact games were where some kids not so physcially or athlectially developed earned some respect and clout just for stepping up and playing the game..

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Yup, that's what we called it. Brutal game. We also had rock fights.

We called it kill the carrier. Didn't know what queers were in grade school. Apple fights were the norm. While every apple fight began differently, they all ended the same way when the kid with glasses got rocked in the face and ran home screaming.

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We called it kill the carrier. Didn't know what queers were in grade school. Apple fights were the norm. While every apple fight began differently, they all ended the same way when the kid with glasses got rocked in the face and ran home screaming.

 

Well it was originally smear the man but smear the queer had a nice ring to it.

 

Kill the carrier?? Really??? :doh:

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I am going to go with Jauranimo here, goalies are !@#$ing weirdos... I've played with some great ones over the years, but I wouldn't let them date my sister

 

He'd be the safest person to be with your sister. He did say he was a catcher, you know?

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Yup, that's what we called it. Brutal game. We also had rock fights.

 

I never wanted to be the queer... rock fights, like with real rocks?

 

He'd be the safest person to be with your sister. He did say he was a catcher, you know?

 

He took a lot of shots from dudes, so I would have to concur....

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When I played High School Football I was a Safety. I loved playing that position because I liked hitting people really hard without being blocked. Does this make me a bad person?

 

Yup, that's what we called it. Brutal game. We also had rock fights.

 

Were you hit in the head a few times with those rocks? That might explain a few things...

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Well it was originally smear the man but smear the queer had a nice ring to it.

 

Kill the carrier?? Really??? :doh:

 

Yep, MIA has it right, this belongs in the gay thread...

 

 

KIll the carrier? Who wants to kill the carrier, but everybody wants to smear the queer....

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So I was reading in the Urban Dictionary regarding the origin of "Smear the Queer"

 

 

!@#$ing priceless :lol:

You had to read it in Urban Dictionary?? Smear the Queer was a daily staple of playground life in 6th grade. Good times!

 

As for dodgeball, we had these furry things, but they were softball size so they could be fired at a pretty good clip. I was one of the small guys but was always quick enough to avoid serious harm. :lol:

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