Dodgeball!!!!!!!!!!

Even before the movie “Dodgeball” came out, rumors were surfacing about adult dodgeball leagues popping up in scattered places around the country. Dodgeball may sound like a game for kids. It may seem ridiculous. It may not add up to other “real” sports. It may also be incredibly fun!!!!! Needless to say, I wanted to get in on it. I’d tried to find info on it in the past, but usually came up with mixed results. Leagues would be to far away, out of season, or you’d be required to have set teams. One of Equipoise’s posts a while back reminded me to do a search in the Sacramento area. I happened to stumble across a group on MeetUp.com. No leagues, no commitment, just a bunch of people getting together to try to play pickup games once a month. I finally got my first chance to join them on Saturday.


The plan was to meet in Rosemont Community park at 4:00, and play on one of the tennis courts. One of courts apparently never has a net, so it’s a choice selection,; with the addition of two lines of athletic tape, the court is transformed into a dodgeball court. When I arrived, three others were there already; just finishing putting the tape on. As all pickup games go, people tend to trickle in after the meeting time. This allowed us to warm up our throwing arms a bit. It now occurred to me that throwing would actually be a large part of the game. Not good. As some of you may know, the only reason I don’t throw like a complete girl any more is because I had a girlfriend in college who taught me how to throw better.

Eventually, nine of us had gathered, which was deemed enough to start playing. Since these guys had been playing for a couple of months, they had modified the rules slightly to promote better play. Instead of having one center line to divide the court in half, there were two lines, which put a “common” area in between. Either team was allowed in the common area, meaning you really had to watch your sides if you were advancing to your line for a kill. The second rule they added was the one-on-one rule. If there’s only two players left, you can go anywhere on the court. This prevent strung out one-on-one situations; and in fact, made them go fast. Really fast.

I had a super fun time, and I hope to be able to make it next month also. We’re going to try to move it to a more visible location, and maybe attract more people. I highly recommend looking for a Dodgeball club in your area if possible, or check out MeetUp.com to see if there are pick up games happening.

one word sums it up

fuck

Actually, multiple words could be used to describe it, but it would be hard to properly describe all the necessary yelling and screaming involved.

Messenger Criterium

I caught wind of a messenger bike race taking place this weekend. Instead of being a tupical messenger alleycat race though, it was in done in criterium format. The idea was that everyone would chip in $5, and the winner would get sponsored by a local bike shop in the Land Park Criterium race next Spring, which takes place in Sacramento. The city has a pretty small messenger group, so they have a very inclusive attitude toward other bikers from the community. I decided just to watch in stead of race, for a couple of reasons. 1) Since light rail opened up, I’ve gotten very little miles in, so I wouldn’t have much kick. 2) I would have been the only one with a geared bike, so I would have had to tape the shifters down to be fair. 3) I didn’t have any need for the prize. I don’t need another jersey, and don’t have time for the personal trainer. Overall, I thought the prize would mean a lot more to one of the messengers, since they make a fraction of the money I do. In the end though, I totally regret not racing it; as did everyone else who decided just to watch.

Racing. A late entry. Lovingly giving support for his wife, the lone female racer.

The original race sight had to be changed because there was an actual sanctioned foot race taking place at the park. Luckily some of my friends got there earlier, and swung by my place on the way to the new location. We ended up going to a place in West Sac that used to be an abandoned golf course, but is now suffering from major housing development. The course was approximately 1 mile back and forth down a four lane road, looping around the medium. This put a hair pin turn on each end; which made it a challenge since everyone was riding fix gears. The mood was really set for the event when someone whipped out a can of spray paint to put down the start/finish line across the road. The race started off with an informal “go” calmly stated by the organizer. I thought that a guy from work was going to win it easily, since he’s a regular cyclo-cross racer. He pulled the first 9 laps, but a couple of messengers had a little more bite than their appearance lead on. Despite there being two body types amongst them; drunk, and slightly overweight, or drunk and super, super, skinny, they pulled it out, with three of them passing in the final stretch. Fun day, unfortunately this probably going to be the last race for the, um , “season.”

After the race, a bunch of us went to someone’s house to grill out. It was quite the mix background of people, ranging form messengers whose main concern is getting enough deliveries in the week to pay for beer, to a married couple with kids, to the young professionals such as myself. Overall, a really nice group. It was more interesting that some of these people were the same ones that totally pissed me off a few months back at a Critical Mass ride. Just goes to show how different situations bring out different sides of people.

Game of "foot-down" and other random fixie trickier taking place in the middle of the street. Everyone made room for cars when ever they came buy, yet you could tell the drivers were unthrilled with all these bikes in the street


Unfortunately, I had to head out early to make it to my Dodgeball game.