I recently became aware that several school districts around the
country are banning dodgeball. The main reasons being that it is
dangerous, it doesn’t have any educational value, and it is emotionally
damaging to the less athletic kids. Obviously, they left out the most
horrific thing of all… it’s fun.
I'd like to take a moment to examine these charges in more detail.
Dodgeball has no educational value.
Dodgeballists, as I have come to call them, say,
“the game teaches no motor skills and lifetime physical fitness skills. The weaker children
who need more practice are usually out first and therefore get less
practice”.
Did these geniuses notice that in baseball, regardless of
skill; if you get 3 strikes, you’re out. You don’t get an extra coupla
whacks at the ball or run the bases anyway, just because you suck. If you want to get good as
something, you practice outside of the actual games. If the only time
you practice is while competing, you’re in for some serious losing, kid.
My brother and I used to stand a few yards from each other and whip
the ball at each other as hard as we could and try to catch it, just
for fun. Hell, just the other day we were playing catch with a
football at a family outing and before long we were doing the same
thing. I have to tell you, it’s just as fun in your 30’s as it is when
you’re a kid. It just hurts a little more because you have grown soft
in your old age.
I think that nothing could develop you reflexes and motor skills
better than trying to catch a ball that has been launched at your
head from a few feet away from some dude named Meat. Let’s not forget focus.
These days, every third kid is diagnosed with ADD and the only thing
they can focus on for more than a few seconds is video games. You
see the kids in soccer and baseball and they are bored because the
action is slow. They start dancing around or daydreaming without
penalty other than the coach telling them to get ready. Well, in
dodgeball, there is no time for that crap. You either focus on the
action at hand or they will be peeling you off the hardtop.
There ain’t no flower picking or cloud watching in dodgeball.
I don’t know what these anit-dodgeball pansies expect to
learn from sports, but I figure I learned as much playing
dodgeball as I did playing any other game. By the way, WTF
did we learn by climbing the rope or swinging on the parallel bar?
Dodgeball is physically dangerous.
I haven’t seen the numbers, but I’ll wager everything I own that more
bones are broken on jungle gyms and other metallic climbing contraptions
on the playground than occur while playing dodgeball. I’d say the
worst injury you could get playing dodgeball would be a bloody nose.
Oh, the horror! I got a bloody nose once just from passing my son
to his mom when he was an infant. He suddenly arched his back and
I got a rear head butt straight on the nose. I never really
considered holding infants a dangerous activity. I won’t even bring
up the damage that riding a bike can cause - up to and including death.
I guess we’ll be removing all the bike racks from school soon.
So is dodgeball really dangerous? I don’t think so. Well, it’s about
as dangerous as holding an infant.
Dodgeball is emotionally damaging and humiliating to the less athletic kids
Here are the two main psychological beefs.
1. When picking the teams, the kids who get picked last are emotionally scarred.
2. The fear of getting nailed with a ball and getting hurt.
This I kind of understand, but listen up kids, “people will be judging
you and selecting you based on your skills your whole freaking life.
If you want to rise to the top and be picked first at anything, you
have be inherently good at it, or you have to work hard for it. So
quit whining about it and start to work on getting better. If you
still suck after working hard, well... maybe it’s time to try
something else.”
Oh yeah, “And shut the hell up about it.”
Everybody has different fears and there are many ways young students
will get embarrassed before they make it through the school system.
I was terrified of doing anything in front of the class. I would do
just about anything to try to get out of it. I would feint sickness
for days, I would get in trouble on purpose. Maybe even pick a fight.
I know other guys who dreaded math class and the teacher would pick
them to come to the board to do a simple problem and they would be
humiliated. Possibly scarred for life.
I don’t see how the various bouts of humiliation are any different
from one another. If you eliminated everything that may cause emotional
distress from schools there would be nothing left but lunch.
Although, I’m sure one of these wussies could come up with a reason
why lunchtime is horrible for kids.
In Conclusion
I think it comes down to this. There are a few wimps out there that
had a hard time at sports when they were a kid and now that they are
adults, they’re finally going to try to do something. Possibly
sparing fellow wimps some of the hardships of childhood. I'll wager that
these guys have never had the thrill of catching the ball fired off
by the biggest kid on the other team or being one of the last two
kids on your side and wiping out the entire enemy and for a fleeting
minute or two being the hero of your peers. Like all other sports and games,
there are highs and lows. There are achievements and disappointments,
but in the end it is about fun and excitement.
Quick Point - You can’t bring all the sports down to the weakest kids
in the class. Just like you wouldn’t bring down the reading level to the
weakest reader in the class. If you did that, you would have an entire
class full of uncoordinated pussies reading at a dyslectic level.
My son is tiny. According to my doctor, 95% of kids his age are
bigger than him. He plays dodgeball at the daycare with kids up to
4 years older than him and he loves it. Before writing this I asked
him what he thought about it and he said, “one time I got a big
kid out” with a huge grin on his face. I asked him if he ever gets
hurt and he said, “sometimes”. I asked, “Why do you play if you get
hurt sometimes?”
“Duh, because it’s fun!”