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today i went to wal*mart with devon. i bought a bunch of food including the reeses peanut butter puffs cereal i'm enjoying right now. it was fun. not as many freaks and retards as the last time. i guess wal*mart is hit or miss. i picked up a 20 pack of "funballs" which are cheap ass tennis balls. they set me back $4.44. i bought them for home run derby purposes.
tonight i went to drews at 9 and we rode bikes to chris' house. then the 3 of us rode to the malberg school tennis courts with the 20 funballs and a wiffle bat. we get there and chris goes to bounce one of the balls on the ground, and well, it doesn't bounce. these balls are duds. all 20 of them. we try hitting them around, but they go nowhere. so here we are at a brightly lit tennis court with 20 shitty tennis balls and 3 bikes. what is there to do? oh yes, bike tag.
basically the most dangerous game i've ever played, bike tag is this: 3 people ride around a tennis court riding bikes. one of them is "it". this person carries a bag filled with funballs and their objective is to hit the other 2 people's bikes. 3 hits and the other person is it. but if they hit one of the person's bodies, the person loses a hit. so if i had 2 hits on me and someone hits my ass with a ball, i go back to having only one hit. there are no negative hits, though, so you can only go back to having no hits. there are also obstacles on the court. chairs, bottles of water, oil slicks, tennis ball cans, buckets, wood, and a grill. these objects can be used by the riders who are being chased. but watch out, they can work against you, too. picking up a plastic chair and holding it while being chased by a dude chucking tennis balls can lead to something not fun. funny, but not fun.
well, anyway, we went about 3 rounds of this game. during chris' up, he was chasing drew and drew hit an oil slick. or maybe it was black ice. we don't know because it was in the dark end of the court. all we know is that we heard a crash and then i looked over and see a drew sliding like 5 feet across the court. luckily he was ok. so we regrouped and got back up to continue the round. i was just about to get my 3rd out, when it happened.
all of the sudden out of nowhere the lights to the tennis courts shut off. the following noises happened at that moment:
the squealing of brakes
a bike crashing
"oh shit"
another bike crashing into a fence
followed by about 5 minutes of me cracking up so hard that i was gasping for air and crying heavily. it was just one of those moments that was straight out of a movie. for the next 10 minutes no one could stop laughing. i couldn't even talk because whenever i tried to explain why i was laughing, i started laughing again.
it was fun as hell and i cannot wait to play again. next time we just have to remember that the lights shut off at 10:30. hopefully we'll just forget and it will happen again.
oh yeah, and then i found a computer in the trash, chris found a beautiful piece of art, and drew found an organ.
great way to start fall.
tonight i went to drews at 9 and we rode bikes to chris' house. then the 3 of us rode to the malberg school tennis courts with the 20 funballs and a wiffle bat. we get there and chris goes to bounce one of the balls on the ground, and well, it doesn't bounce. these balls are duds. all 20 of them. we try hitting them around, but they go nowhere. so here we are at a brightly lit tennis court with 20 shitty tennis balls and 3 bikes. what is there to do? oh yes, bike tag.
basically the most dangerous game i've ever played, bike tag is this: 3 people ride around a tennis court riding bikes. one of them is "it". this person carries a bag filled with funballs and their objective is to hit the other 2 people's bikes. 3 hits and the other person is it. but if they hit one of the person's bodies, the person loses a hit. so if i had 2 hits on me and someone hits my ass with a ball, i go back to having only one hit. there are no negative hits, though, so you can only go back to having no hits. there are also obstacles on the court. chairs, bottles of water, oil slicks, tennis ball cans, buckets, wood, and a grill. these objects can be used by the riders who are being chased. but watch out, they can work against you, too. picking up a plastic chair and holding it while being chased by a dude chucking tennis balls can lead to something not fun. funny, but not fun.
well, anyway, we went about 3 rounds of this game. during chris' up, he was chasing drew and drew hit an oil slick. or maybe it was black ice. we don't know because it was in the dark end of the court. all we know is that we heard a crash and then i looked over and see a drew sliding like 5 feet across the court. luckily he was ok. so we regrouped and got back up to continue the round. i was just about to get my 3rd out, when it happened.
all of the sudden out of nowhere the lights to the tennis courts shut off. the following noises happened at that moment:
the squealing of brakes
a bike crashing
"oh shit"
another bike crashing into a fence
followed by about 5 minutes of me cracking up so hard that i was gasping for air and crying heavily. it was just one of those moments that was straight out of a movie. for the next 10 minutes no one could stop laughing. i couldn't even talk because whenever i tried to explain why i was laughing, i started laughing again.
it was fun as hell and i cannot wait to play again. next time we just have to remember that the lights shut off at 10:30. hopefully we'll just forget and it will happen again.
oh yeah, and then i found a computer in the trash, chris found a beautiful piece of art, and drew found an organ.
great way to start fall.