I played my fair share of tetherball in elementary school. Although my all time favorite was four square. Any good analysis (or stories) for that game?
Yes! In fact, it's on my short list for stuff to write about. If you'd like, I can make sure to tag you when I write the beast, although if you're already tuned in, you'll definitely see it. I learned a LOT from four square about how the world works.
Ouch... what happened to Ollie reminds me of when I tried to catch a fly ball playing softball with my Sunday School class team almost thirty years ago and ended up having the ball catch my fingertips instead before bouncing away. No torn fingernails but my right index finger still has a slight kink to it at the last knuckle to this day. Let's just say that was not a pleasant feeling.
Ouch! I used to admire our little league coaches who could catch the ball with their fingertips, but I'm not sure admiration is the emotion I should have felt.
To be fair, softball or not, (some of) the grown twentysomething adults I was playing with probably hit it a good bit harder than most of those little leaguers hit a baseball.
Interesting. The first time I've ever been introduced to this was with a tennis version. Two plastic paddles, a pole with a string, and a tennis-sized ball you were supposed to whack at each other.
Didn't realize its origins were volleyball-based. Also, ouch.
I played my fair share of tetherball in elementary school. Although my all time favorite was four square. Any good analysis (or stories) for that game?
Yes! In fact, it's on my short list for stuff to write about. If you'd like, I can make sure to tag you when I write the beast, although if you're already tuned in, you'll definitely see it. I learned a LOT from four square about how the world works.
It hurt a *lot* if you hit the top of the ball where the rope tied onto the ball. I was pretty good, hell i was GREAT!!
That's what I remember
Ooh! I felt that just now. Yep, that was something else to watch out for.
Ouch... what happened to Ollie reminds me of when I tried to catch a fly ball playing softball with my Sunday School class team almost thirty years ago and ended up having the ball catch my fingertips instead before bouncing away. No torn fingernails but my right index finger still has a slight kink to it at the last knuckle to this day. Let's just say that was not a pleasant feeling.
Ouch! I used to admire our little league coaches who could catch the ball with their fingertips, but I'm not sure admiration is the emotion I should have felt.
To be fair, softball or not, (some of) the grown twentysomething adults I was playing with probably hit it a good bit harder than most of those little leaguers hit a baseball.
single touch, halves, fists only. gentlemen's warfare
Interesting. The first time I've ever been introduced to this was with a tennis version. Two plastic paddles, a pole with a string, and a tennis-sized ball you were supposed to whack at each other.
Didn't realize its origins were volleyball-based. Also, ouch.