Have you ever made plans to do something that seemed like it would be fun and then start wondering why in the world you committed to doing said activity? Well, that recently happened to me.
A couple of weeks ago, my mom sent out a group text to the family asking who wanted to play in a dodgeball tournament. The local athletic booster club was hosting the tournament as a fundraiser, and my dad said he would pay the entrance fee if we wanted to get a team together. The tournament was scheduled for Easter weekend, so since my brothers and I were all coming into town for the holiday, it worked out that we could all play. The team would consist of me, my three brothers, my husband, and my nephew.
With the tournament weeks away, I was excited about playing. As the date approached, I grew more and more nervous. I hadn’t played a competitive sport in a looooooong time, and was worried about being out of shape.
On the morning of the tournament, I was really regretting my decision to play. Why did I think this was going to be a good idea? Since registering our team, I learned about some of the other teams – the fire department had a team, the sheriff’s department had a team, and the nursing home staff had a team. I wasn’t necessarily concerned with the nursing home staff, but I was worried about the fire department and the sheriff’s department. These are men and women who have physically demanding jobs. I was not looking forward to what was about to take place.
I really started sweating bullets once we arrived at the gym. I was looking around at the all the other teams and I was seeing lots of guys that looked pretty strong and athletic. I was hoping to see more girls playing, but as it turned out, there was only one other team with a girl on it. I watched the speed at which the guys warming up threw the ball, thinking about how much it would hurt if I couldn’t dodge it. Why did I do this to myself?
Our first game quickly approached, and my worst fear came true – I took a dodgeball to the face! I think the crowd gasped in unison, but I can’t be sure as my ears were ringing. In all fairness, I was already out when I got clobbered. I had tried to catch a ball, but unfortunately I dropped it. I took the ball to the face on my way off the court. If the other games were going to be like this one, I was in BIG trouble!
We ended up losing that game, but we didn’t go down without a fight. Everyone on my team was out, except for my husband. The other team only had one player as well, so it came down to sudden death. According to the rules of dodgeball, during sudden death, the centerline is dissolved, allowing the players to chase each other down. Thomas put up a good fight – he dodged, ducked, dipped, dived, and dodged – but finally he got hit with a ball. It was a great match!
We ended up playing seven games, and I can happily say that I didn’t get pegged in the face again! We won a few games, we lost a few games, but we had fun the whole time. Competing as a team with my brothers, husband, and nephew was a blast.
A game of dodgeball doesn’t last very long, but it is very exhausting. After seven games, we were wiped out! When the tournament ended, we headed to Dairy Queen to recuperate with buy one, get one free Blizzards! (The new Reese’s Extreme blizzard is awesome!) While playing, it’s hard to see everything else on the court, so it was great talking to each other about the different games we played while enjoying a yummy treat. During one of the games, my youngest brother managed to throw the ball cross court and hit my grandmother (and break her glasses!) who had come to watch us play. We gave him a hard time about that for sure!
We had so much fun playing that I think the 6 D’s of Dodgeball – Dodge, Duck, Dip, Dive, Dodge, and Dairy Queen – has become a new family tradition. Comment below with your favorite family tradition.