Ok, I admit it, I haven't seen the new movie "Dodgeball". I don't know if I will either. There's just too much trauma involved. I remember as a kid getting picked last in the ole playground dodgeball match. I was a little plump from 3rd-5th grade. Anyways, that gave the kids ample time to learn the art of beaning me in the head with that big hard red rubber ball. I remember the familiar sting of the ball bouncing off of my cheek with enough force to hit another kid as well. I can't even remember the kids names who did it - it's all a blur. I can just see it - a therapy session - "Doc, they just kept on hitting me, hitting me, hitting me. I'd try to run and I couldn't get away. Finally they held me down and whamo! My face is now as red as the ball." I seem to remember playing "Four-Square" with that ball and dreading the words "Let's Play Dodgeball." Nowadays those kids are probably the ones that are washing my car! Ha, justice is sweet.

Thought of the day
"So you feel 'women and children first' in this day and age is somewhat of an antiquated notion."
"To some degree."
"So, basically, it's every man, woman, child and invalid for themselves."
"In a manner of speaking."
"Well, that's honest."
"She should be commending me for treating everyone like equals."
"Well, perhaps when she's released from the burn center she'll see things more clearly."
- Jerry and George, in "The Fire"