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If you can dodge a wrench...

Monday, November 28, 2005


So I joined my office's dodgeball team. I played my first match with them last week and it was rather disastrous. You see, they're all athletic and can throw. And then there's me, who didn't play sports. Ever.

Actually, it wasn't too terrible. Our team is pretty good and so my mistakes really didn't have that big of an impact. We won the match 6-4. My biggest mistakes involved the Dead Man round. You see, one round they make one player on each team wear a yellow jersey and he's the Dead Man. If he goes out of bounds or gets out, then the game is over. Well, in their infinite wisdom my teammates made me the Dead Man. I ended up throwing one of the larger balls and it got caught. I'm out, game over. Oops. At last I didn't do something dumber, like barely stepping out of bounds. The other laughable moment was when I went to throw one of the larger balls and it sailed over the 20 foot fence and out of the park. Awesome. I blame my cold. Stupid cold, why did you do that? We'll see if tonight is any better.

Reader poll: Who thinks the character from Dodgeball I most resemble is the guy on the left in that photo? I thought about dressing as a pirate and going by "Steve", but I think AniMal might be better suited for that.

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  1. Anonymous Anonymous | 11:41 AM |  

    you are SO justin. ready, and super-psyched! just completely inept in the sporting world (no offense, you're doing great for starting so late in life, you CAN teach an old dog new tricks) and somehow you always manage to get the girl. hopefully not knocked-up though, as amber, justin's head-cheerleader girlfriend ends up at the end of dodgeball. you go, goat!

    -jism

  2. Blogger Goat | 11:56 AM |  

    It's true. I'm kinda like Rudy. Only smart.

    And yeah, no knocked-up girls. Not yet. And even then, only knocked-up by me.

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