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Some 1200 Canadian students put years of bullying, sporting dyslexia and social awkwardness behind them to unite this month and play the greatest game of dodgeball the human world has ever seen.
I couldn’t participate as I’m still serving a 12-month ban. See here.
LIKE many, I’m sure, who bravely lined out throughout the ages in white-soled sneakers and crotch-hugging shorts on a Saturday morning for Dodgeball, I allowed my mind to – but for a moment – wander from silly team names, funny costumes and the 5 D’s of sport: dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge.
Yes, for an instant, despite the quiver of spongy, vivid spheres arrowing about and upside my hungover head, it wanders, naturally enough, to Wordsworth.
“Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven!” he wrote of the French Revolution. However, I’m confident that had he come upon a host of Dodgeballs rather than daffodils in his time, than perhaps he may have poetically praised this noble sport as well.
And it was grand to be young and be in the Mardyke Arena in Cork for the first heat of the National Dodgeball Championships one morning recently.
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My new weekly column started in the Irish Examiner this morning. We started as we mean to go on with humiliation on my day off at the National Dodgeball Championships.
And this after a week of my colleagues throwing wrenches in my direction.
LIKE many, I’m sure, who bravely lined out throughout the ages in white-soled sneakers and crotch-hugging shorts on a Saturday morning for Dodgeball, I allowed my mind to – but for a moment – wander from silly team names, funny costumes and the 5 D’s of sport: dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge.
Yes, for an instant, despite the quiver of spongy, vivid spheres arrowing about and upside my hungover head, it wanders, naturally enough, to Wordsworth.
“Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven!” he wrote of the French Revolution. However, I’m confident that had he come upon a host of Dodgeballs rather than daffodils in his time, than perhaps he may have poetically praised this noble sport as well.
And it was grand to be young and be in the Mardyke Arena in Cork for the first heat of the National Dodgeball Championships one morning recently.
Read the rest of this entry »