When I was a kid we had a station wagon with power windows. One time we were on vacation parked at the restroom or something and I was looking out the back right window when it started rolling up. I start yelling for whoever's in the driver seat to stop rolling up the window, they're going to choke me! My mom was in the passenger seat and yells back that there was no one in the driver seat pushing the button. The car was trying to kill me!
Of course it turns out that I just had my knee on the button. Luckily windows didn't roll up as fast in the early 90's. Also I don't know why I didn't just pull my head out of the window when it was first rolling up and waited til it was basically at neck level to try and fail to extract my fat head. But yeah, almost choked myself with a car window.
Eh, those motors are fairly weak and will stop pushing when met with even a little resistance. My grandmother though used to always tell us not to lean against the car door from the inside, because the door might spontaneously open and we'd fall to the road.
I need to ask her if this was a common occurrence in the early automobile...
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In my junior year of high school it was pretty much the last few weeks of school. So during our gym class it was pretty much goof-off weeks and we just did whatever. So we played this modified form of kick ball where the bases were those huge gym mats that you could just keep stacking people on or make a run for the next few bases if you thought you could make it. To get out, you had to tag the base before the people made it or nail them with the fucking ball.
So. I'm up to kick. Bam, it goes flying. I take off. I make it to first, then second, then third, but I won't be able to get past third, but oh fuck I can't fucking stop. Oh shit. So I just fucking take out all 5 people on the base. Like bowling. I bruised up a girl pretty good too because I basically landed on top of her after a pretty intensive sprint.
I still feel bad about doing it.
Mat Ball! Shit yes.
Mat ball was awesome. There was this girl I couldn't stand, so as she was running to home I threw it as hard as possible at her head. The ball hit her so hard in mid stride her feet flew out from under her. That game rocked
Never played that game. I feel deprived. Closest thing my gym teacher did to that was a game called doctor ball; we had these 4 small dollies of about a square foot, and the way it worked was that there were 2 designated doctors for each team. Someone gets beaned by one of four balls, or fumbles it or has their throw caught, they lay down and wait to get thrown on a dolly and dragged (or more often than not, thrown by the limb the doctor can best grip) to the wall of the gym. Nearly had my nose broken twice playing that, fun stuff.
Never played that game. I feel deprived. Closest thing my gym teacher did to that was a game called doctor ball; we had these 4 small dollies of about a square foot, and the way it worked was that there were 2 designated doctors for each team. Someone gets beaned by one of four balls, or fumbles it or has their throw caught, they lay down and wait to get thrown on a dolly and dragged (or more often than not, thrown by the limb the doctor can best grip) to the wall of the gym. Nearly had my nose broken twice playing that, fun stuff.
That sounds like a game specifically designed to injure the participants.
Never played that game. I feel deprived. Closest thing my gym teacher did to that was a game called doctor ball; we had these 4 small dollies of about a square foot, and the way it worked was that there were 2 designated doctors for each team. Someone gets beaned by one of four balls, or fumbles it or has their throw caught, they lay down and wait to get thrown on a dolly and dragged (or more often than not, thrown by the limb the doctor can best grip) to the wall of the gym. Nearly had my nose broken twice playing that, fun stuff.
Oh hell yes, this was the best game ever. Our version was called Medic, and you had to haul the hit person all the way back to the end of the gym before they could get back up. I always got my fingers run over by the dolly...
I loved dodgeball in school. I was terrible at throwing, but for someone my size/height, I was untouchable. I was a dodging machine, avoiding even three or four balls at a time. There were a few games that ended because time was called after the other team just couldn't put me down.
Shame that I couldn't throw worth shit.
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I loved dodgeball in school. I was terrible at throwing, but for someone my size/height, I was untouchable. I was a dodging machine, avoiding even three or four balls at a time. There were a few games that ended because time was called after the other team just couldn't put me down.
Shame that I couldn't throw worth shit.
In elementary school we had a game called Hot Foot. The class broke up into to teams and they went to separate ends of the gym. It's like dodgeball, but you threw beanbags on the floor and tried to hit people's feet and legs. I was so good at the game, that after a particularly crushing win, I boasted aloud I could take on the whole class. My gym teacher heard it, and said "let's see". Nobody got me out, and I got my class of 20 or so down to 4 before class was up. I was a hot foot fiend, and easily my favorite day of the week.
At my school we had what we called Anarchy Ball. Like dodgeball, only no teams. If you hit someone, they were out, if they caught your ball, you were out, if the person who got you out gets out, you come back in. Only way to win was if you, alone, were responsible for getting out every single person in the gym. Sometimes it would be down to four people, then one person would get out and put fifteen people back into play. Game could go on forever. Only once did someone actually WIN.
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We had gaga ball, but without the limitation to legs. There's nothing quite like a gym full of small children swinging their fists at a small bouncing target.
At my school we had what we called Anarchy Ball. Like dodgeball, only no teams. If you hit someone, they were out, if they caught your ball, you were out, if the person who got you out gets out, you come back in. Only way to win was if you, alone, were responsible for getting out every single person in the gym. Sometimes it would be down to four people, then one person would get out and put fifteen people back into play. Game could go on forever. Only once did someone actually WIN.
That sounds amazing!
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My favorite game growing up was Wall Ball. Get a tennis or raquet ball and find a large wall. We'd stand in a line about 15 feet from the wall. Someone would throw the ball at the wall, which would bounce back. If it came towards you, you had to try and catch it. If you did, throw it again. If you tried but missed or dropped it, you had to run and touch the wall before someone else could pick it up and peg you in the back with it. If you got hit before touching the wall, you were out. We used to play that all the time after school.
My favorite game growing up was Wall Ball. Get a tennis or raquet ball and find a large wall. We'd stand in a line about 15 feet from the wall. Someone would throw the ball at the wall, which would bounce back. If it came towards you, you had to try and catch it. If you did, throw it again. If you tried but missed or dropped it, you had to run and touch the wall before someone else could pick it up and peg you in the back with it. If you got hit before touching the wall, you were out. We used to play that all the time after school.
We used to play that during lunch until our high school banned it during lunch, then banned going outside during lunch altogether.
My favorite game growing up was Wall Ball. Get a tennis or raquet ball and find a large wall. We'd stand in a line about 15 feet from the wall. Someone would throw the ball at the wall, which would bounce back. If it came towards you, you had to try and catch it. If you did, throw it again. If you tried but missed or dropped it, you had to run and touch the wall before someone else could pick it up and peg you in the back with it. If you got hit before touching the wall, you were out. We used to play that all the time after school.
Oh, we had that as well, but we called it Spread Eagle. Because if you weren't careful as you ran full out to the wall, that's how you could end up.
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Juggernaught Ball is the best. Teachers/counselors Vs. Kids. Counselors get 3 lives, get more lives if they catch a ball, and do not lose a life if a kid catches the ball.
It's usually like 6 vs. 30, and SO MUCH FUN.
...if you're a counselor.
As for a strange/embarassing moment, I got hit once as I was backpeddling. The force of the throw wasn't strong, but just enough to knock me over. I fell on my ass, feet out in front of me, and looked up to avoid anymore balls coming towards (To save the rest of my lives) and looked up to see a giant red ball about 3 inches from my face. Hit me so hard I got laid flat and my entire face was sore for a week.
That kid had one hell of an arm.
TL;DR: I got fucking brutalized by a 5th grader in dodgeball.
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My favorite game growing up was Wall Ball. Get a tennis or raquet ball and find a large wall. We'd stand in a line about 15 feet from the wall. Someone would throw the ball at the wall, which would bounce back. If it came towards you, you had to try and catch it. If you did, throw it again. If you tried but missed or dropped it, you had to run and touch the wall before someone else could pick it up and peg you in the back with it. If you got hit before touching the wall, you were out. We used to play that all the time after school.
Oh man, we played this too, but it was called suicide for some bizarre reason, especially considering this was elementary school!
My favorite game growing up was Wall Ball. Get a tennis or raquet ball and find a large wall. We'd stand in a line about 15 feet from the wall. Someone would throw the ball at the wall, which would bounce back. If it came towards you, you had to try and catch it. If you did, throw it again. If you tried but missed or dropped it, you had to run and touch the wall before someone else could pick it up and peg you in the back with it. If you got hit before touching the wall, you were out. We used to play that all the time after school.
Oh man, we played this too, but it was called suicide for some bizarre reason, especially considering this was elementary school!
No no no, Suicides are what you call the drink that results from mixing a bunch of the different beverages at a soda fountain.
My favorite game growing up was Wall Ball. Get a tennis or raquet ball and find a large wall. We'd stand in a line about 15 feet from the wall. Someone would throw the ball at the wall, which would bounce back. If it came towards you, you had to try and catch it. If you did, throw it again. If you tried but missed or dropped it, you had to run and touch the wall before someone else could pick it up and peg you in the back with it. If you got hit before touching the wall, you were out. We used to play that all the time after school.
Oh, we had that as well, but we called it Spread Eagle. Because if you weren't careful as you ran full out to the wall, that's how you could end up.
We called it Butt's Up, cause if you threw the ball and someone else caught the rebound before the bounce, you had to march up to the wall, go spread eagle, and absorb a fastball to the backside.
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My favorite game growing up was Wall Ball. Get a tennis or raquet ball and find a large wall. We'd stand in a line about 15 feet from the wall. Someone would throw the ball at the wall, which would bounce back. If it came towards you, you had to try and catch it. If you did, throw it again. If you tried but missed or dropped it, you had to run and touch the wall before someone else could pick it up and peg you in the back with it. If you got hit before touching the wall, you were out. We used to play that all the time after school.
Oh man, we played this too, but it was called suicide for some bizarre reason, especially considering this was elementary school!
I'm always fascinated by these regional differences.
My favorite game growing up was Wall Ball. Get a tennis or raquet ball and find a large wall. We'd stand in a line about 15 feet from the wall. Someone would throw the ball at the wall, which would bounce back. If it came towards you, you had to try and catch it. If you did, throw it again. If you tried but missed or dropped it, you had to run and touch the wall before someone else could pick it up and peg you in the back with it. If you got hit before touching the wall, you were out. We used to play that all the time after school.
Oh, we had that as well, but we called it Spread Eagle. Because if you weren't careful as you ran full out to the wall, that's how you could end up.
We called it Butt's Up, cause if you threw the ball and someone else caught the rebound before the bounce, you had to march up to the wall, go spread eagle, and absorb a fastball to the backside.
I think we had a rule regarding bounces, and it may have been the same, but I can't remember now. This was 20 years ago.
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It's a shame the discussion was locked. One or two of you were being very helpful, and i had a lot of other ideas i wanted to get opinions on. But what can you do.
I never got an answer as to why it was locked. Too revolutionary, maybe.
I just want to say that was literally one of the funniest things I've read
You raised trolling to an art form, dudes
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At my school we had what we called Anarchy Ball. Like dodgeball, only no teams. If you hit someone, they were out, if they caught your ball, you were out, if the person who got you out gets out, you come back in. Only way to win was if you, alone, were responsible for getting out every single person in the gym. Sometimes it would be down to four people, then one person would get out and put fifteen people back into play. Game could go on forever. Only once did someone actually WIN.
We called this stikbold, which would translate to something like Sting Ball (stik= sting, bold= ball), I guess. It was pretty great.
When I was a kid we had a station wagon with power windows. One time we were on vacation parked at the restroom or something and I was looking out the back right window when it started rolling up. I start yelling for whoever's in the driver seat to stop rolling up the window, they're going to choke me! My mom was in the passenger seat and yells back that there was no one in the driver seat pushing the button. The car was trying to kill me!
Of course it turns out that I just had my knee on the button. Luckily windows didn't roll up as fast in the early 90's. Also I don't know why I didn't just pull my head out of the window when it was first rolling up and waited til it was basically at neck level to try and fail to extract my fat head. But yeah, almost choked myself with a car window.
Eh, those motors are fairly weak and will stop pushing when met with even a little resistance. My grandmother though used to always tell us not to lean against the car door from the inside, because the door might spontaneously open and we'd fall to the road.
I need to ask her if this was a common occurrence in the early automobile...
That stuff happens, it isn't just old people crazy. My aunt fell out of a van going down the road at 40 mph when she was 9 because she was leaning on the door. This was the 70's. One of those no seats in the back van. And seatbelts? forgetaboutit. Back when cars were cast out of one block of iron, or made out of old tanks.
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At my school we had what we called Anarchy Ball. Like dodgeball, only no teams. If you hit someone, they were out, if they caught your ball, you were out, if the person who got you out gets out, you come back in. Only way to win was if you, alone, were responsible for getting out every single person in the gym. Sometimes it would be down to four people, then one person would get out and put fifteen people back into play. Game could go on forever. Only once did someone actually WIN.
That is what we called dodgeball at my elementary school. I was very confused when the movie came out and there were teams and sides involved.
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Someone should make a Childhood Game thread because this is all awesome, but really off topic.
My favorite game growing up was Wall Ball. Get a tennis or raquet ball and find a large wall. We'd stand in a line about 15 feet from the wall. Someone would throw the ball at the wall, which would bounce back. If it came towards you, you had to try and catch it. If you did, throw it again. If you tried but missed or dropped it, you had to run and touch the wall before someone else could pick it up and peg you in the back with it. If you got hit before touching the wall, you were out. We used to play that all the time after school.
Oh man, we played this too, but it was called suicide for some bizarre reason, especially considering this was elementary school!
No no no, Suicides are what you call the drink that results from mixing a bunch of the different beverages at a soda fountain.
YES. You are the first person I've met who also calls it that.
Yeah I wouldn't call it a pop fountain, maybe a pop machine. Soda fountain is fine if you're in a 50s themed bar and you feel like joking around. :P And it IS pop, not soda! I bake with soda, I don't drink it!
(holy crap we are off topic, I will try to think of an embarrassing story)
The Suicides I remember involved starting at the edge of the basketball court and running to the base line, back, free throw line, back, mid-court, back, etc. etc., until you keeled over. While the coach yelled at you.
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The Suicides I remember involved starting at the edge of the basketball court and running to the base line, back, free throw line, back, mid-court, back, etc. etc., until you keeled over. While the coach yelled at you.
Yeah I wouldn't call it a pop fountain, maybe a pop machine. Soda fountain is fine if you're in a 50s themed bar and you feel like joking around. :P And it IS pop, not soda! I bake with soda, I don't drink it!
(holy crap we are off topic, I will try to think of an embarrassing story)
You should feel embarrassed.
For calling it pop.
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Yeah I wouldn't call it a pop fountain, maybe a pop machine. Soda fountain is fine if you're in a 50s themed bar and you feel like joking around. :P And it IS pop, not soda! I bake with soda, I don't drink it!
(holy crap we are off topic, I will try to think of an embarrassing story)
The Suicides I remember involved starting at the edge of the basketball court and running to the base line, back, free throw line, back, mid-court, back, etc. etc., until you keeled over. While the coach yelled at you.
Oh yes, we had those Suicides as well. Sometimes just called running lines.
It's annoying when you go into some restaurants and they go, "what would you like to drink?" and you say, "coke" and they say "what kind?" and you go o_O.
At that point you go, "What do you have?" and they say, "pepsi, sprite, root beer, ginger ale."
But pop just sounds so... 1800s or frontiery. Or something you'd hear the kid in Where the Red Ferm Grows.
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Eh, those motors are fairly weak and will stop pushing when met with even a little resistance. My grandmother though used to always tell us not to lean against the car door from the inside, because the door might spontaneously open and we'd fall to the road.
I need to ask her if this was a common occurrence in the early automobile...
Never played that game. I feel deprived. Closest thing my gym teacher did to that was a game called doctor ball; we had these 4 small dollies of about a square foot, and the way it worked was that there were 2 designated doctors for each team. Someone gets beaned by one of four balls, or fumbles it or has their throw caught, they lay down and wait to get thrown on a dolly and dragged (or more often than not, thrown by the limb the doctor can best grip) to the wall of the gym. Nearly had my nose broken twice playing that, fun stuff.
That sounds like a game specifically designed to injure the participants.
Oh hell yes, this was the best game ever. Our version was called Medic, and you had to haul the hit person all the way back to the end of the gym before they could get back up. I always got my fingers run over by the dolly...
Shame that I couldn't throw worth shit.
In elementary school we had a game called Hot Foot. The class broke up into to teams and they went to separate ends of the gym. It's like dodgeball, but you threw beanbags on the floor and tried to hit people's feet and legs. I was so good at the game, that after a particularly crushing win, I boasted aloud I could take on the whole class. My gym teacher heard it, and said "let's see". Nobody got me out, and I got my class of 20 or so down to 4 before class was up. I was a hot foot fiend, and easily my favorite day of the week.
That sounds amazing!
Also, I remember we played Dodgeball too, but we had almost a half dozen versions of it.
We used to play that during lunch until our high school banned it during lunch, then banned going outside during lunch altogether.
Oh, we had that as well, but we called it Spread Eagle. Because if you weren't careful as you ran full out to the wall, that's how you could end up.
Also, I know like 30 variations of Dodgeball.
Juggernaught Ball is the best. Teachers/counselors Vs. Kids. Counselors get 3 lives, get more lives if they catch a ball, and do not lose a life if a kid catches the ball.
It's usually like 6 vs. 30, and SO MUCH FUN.
...if you're a counselor.
As for a strange/embarassing moment, I got hit once as I was backpeddling. The force of the throw wasn't strong, but just enough to knock me over. I fell on my ass, feet out in front of me, and looked up to avoid anymore balls coming towards (To save the rest of my lives) and looked up to see a giant red ball about 3 inches from my face. Hit me so hard I got laid flat and my entire face was sore for a week.
That kid had one hell of an arm.
TL;DR: I got fucking brutalized by a 5th grader in dodgeball.
Oh man, we played this too, but it was called suicide for some bizarre reason, especially considering this was elementary school!
No no no, Suicides are what you call the drink that results from mixing a bunch of the different beverages at a soda fountain.
We called it Butt's Up, cause if you threw the ball and someone else caught the rebound before the bounce, you had to march up to the wall, go spread eagle, and absorb a fastball to the backside.
I'm always fascinated by these regional differences.
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I think we had a rule regarding bounces, and it may have been the same, but I can't remember now. This was 20 years ago.
I just want to say that was literally one of the funniest things I've read
You raised trolling to an art form, dudes
We called this stikbold, which would translate to something like Sting Ball (stik= sting, bold= ball), I guess. It was pretty great.
That stuff happens, it isn't just old people crazy. My aunt fell out of a van going down the road at 40 mph when she was 9 because she was leaning on the door. This was the 70's. One of those no seats in the back van. And seatbelts? forgetaboutit. Back when cars were cast out of one block of iron, or made out of old tanks.
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That is what we called dodgeball at my elementary school. I was very confused when the movie came out and there were teams and sides involved.
...except, it's pop, not soda. =/
Pfft, it's soda. And everyone I know calls it a suicide, even crazy friends from California.
Pop fountain just sounds so strange.
(holy crap we are off topic, I will try to think of an embarrassing story)
Oh yeah. I've heard that one and the pop one.
You should feel embarrassed.
For calling it pop.
Pop machine would work for us, too.
Oh yes, we had those Suicides as well. Sometimes just called running lines.
I was about to post that!
I can at least understand how an ignorant redneck would call all soda "coke", but saying pop is just plain unacceptable.
At that point you go, "What do you have?" and they say, "pepsi, sprite, root beer, ginger ale."
But pop just sounds so... 1800s or frontiery. Or something you'd hear the kid in Where the Red Ferm Grows.