WhirlyBall Kicked My Ass
I’m am sore from head to toe. I have a bump the size of a tennis ball on my leg. Even my ass is bruised. Why, you ask? From forced participation, that’s why.
When you’re faced with obligatory work-related activites, someone is bound to get hurt. And we all did. Here’s what I learned about myself and the people with whom I work: We’re vicious. Killers, really. Out for blood. I can hear my mother now: “It’s all fun and games until somebody gets hurt.” The problem is, it was all fun and games even though we all got hurt. Seriously. Everyone that was there last night is limping today. I can’t move my right arm. I’m fairly certain I have whiplash.
If you haven’t played, you really ought to give it a try.
January 28th, 2005 at 5:41 pm
Wow – that’s, uh, wow. It’s like jai alai meets polo on crack. The potential for injury is mind boggeling.
I so want to play!
January 28th, 2005 at 8:33 pm
We’ve played it before (as a group). The difference about last night is that we played it with a VP of the company. Damn, he was competitive (and let’s face it: we wanted to rough him up a little!).
January 28th, 2005 at 10:04 pm
You’re so going to have to take me next time I come to Texas.