Tradition is Good
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Dr. J.’s classmates still have imprints from days of yore. |
Dr. J. and the Lil Medstudent were chatting the Friday night about his day in school. He told Dr. J. he played ‘Jedi’ in P.E. class. ‘Jedi? Seriously? What the heck is that?’
He said, ‘You have two teams, one on each side like dodgeball, and you throw the balls at each other, nothing above the waist. If you get hit you sit down. Then each team has a Jedi, with a noodle, like the one we use at the pool. If the Jedi touches his teammate with the noodle, he can get up and play again. If your Jedi, or everyone gets out, you lose.’
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The lightsaber, this is the weapon of a Jedi Knight…now with healing powers. The Lil Medstudent wields the pimptastic purple one, of course! |
Dr. J. was pleased that they still subject kids to dodgeball in school. It is a finger in the dike of the wussification of American children. It was no surprise that the Jedi Academy would have a variant called Jedi. When Dr. J. was a yout’ there was no noodle, and this variant was called Doctor Doctor. The doctor had to risk life and limb to heal folk near the midline.
In addition to Doctor Doctor, Dr. J.’s teachers would offer different dodgeball variants to keep it interesting. There was one where each team had to also protect a bowling pin, and if it was knocked down the round was over. We had a particular favorite where there would be a shifting neutral zone. At times the width of the halfcourt circle, at times extending further, encompasing 50%, 75% or even the entire court.
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The shifting neutral zone made things interesting to say the least. |
While Dr. J.’s school started with rubber Weltmaster 3000’s, we moved to Nerf soccer balls with only a ban on head shots. While silly, sounding, the Lil Medstudent’s variant keeps him engaged and given the return of the Weltmaster 3000, Dr. J. is not displeased that the target zone has shrunk, given Lil Medstudent’s diminutive stature and prior concussion. Despite the rules, however he has a reputation for the occasional rogue headshot. Dr. J. couldn’t be prouder.
