If You Can Dodge A Wrench....

The 18-year-old Super Ninja

Last weekend my dodgeball team kicked ass participated in the Average Joe Sports Club winter dodgeball tournament.

Yes, I play dodgeball.  No need to keel over laughing, I'm actually semi-awesome.  And by "semi-awesome" I mean, I'm usually good for one "holy-shit-where-did-that-come-from" play per game.  The rest of the time I pretty much suck. 

Our team was appropriately named Moves Like Jagger, and featured the owner of Average Joe's, a former dodgeball ref, an 18-year-old super ninja, Wonder Twins,  Wonder Woman, and a ringer the size of a Giant!

Obviously we entered the tournament feeling really good about our chances.

But then, we lost our first 4 games by a combined score of 57-8.  Yeah, we were that good.  I suppose if I had to do it over again, I should have called the team Moves Like Jabba.

Despite opening the tournament 0-4, we actually made the playoffs!  Don't ask.

We managed to win our opening playoff game before dropping the bronze medal game 10-5 .  Yes, we played in the bronze medal game.  Again, don't ask.

However the story of the weekend wasn't our record, it was the amount of injuries suffered on the day.  There was a blown out knee, a pulled groin, a busted lip, a torn shoulder, several balls to the face, and 9 really sore arms.  Come to think of it, that sounds like a good day to me!

Team Awesomeness