I used to dread rainy days

It was a game called slauterball that did it.

Back during the first few years in high school, back when we were required to take P.E. classes. Every time there was a rainy day we had to gather in the gym and have "indoor activity" which just translated into slauterball, which thus translated into a kinder version of getting stoned, and no I don't mean getting high.

Two, or was it three? classes would all be huddling around in the gym raising their hands durring roll call. slouching around and then we'd hear the dreaded words "2 lines one on either side of the gym" and you'd try to stall. You'd move slowly to a line and feel the sweat beads start to form on your forhead. Feeling hot and sick and doomed.

It never mattered what line you were in, that wasn't what worried us so much it was deciding which end of the line to be at. You never wanted to end up in the middle. You would fight to be anywhere but the middle. Usually the stupid boys would be in the middle. They loved it. The cool boys and most of the girls would be fighting for a spot near one of the ends of the line and only because it gave you better odds. 50% chance you could leave with out a mark, scratch or bruise. If you got stuck in a middle spot your chance of leaved unharmed was significantly lower and depended soley on your ability to run really, really, really fucking fast.

Once we were all lined up we would pray. We would pray our end wouldn't have to start off the game. It was completely up to the teachers and it was always random, never a pattern to which side they chose. Some times you got lucky and well, other times... You see the game starts off with two lines and everyone gets a tennis ball and one at a time, alternating lines a person had to run through and try NOT to get pegged in the leg, ass, stomach, side, neck, arms or head by what seemed like millions of tennis balls. Now sure, it could have been worse say baseballs for instance but have you ever had that many tennis balls thrown with such vengence at your body at once? It hurts and especially when the boys that played baseball hurled them towards your head! And you weren't any exception either. When you were throwing them you threw them as hard as you could. You wanted to kill the person out there, because you knew they would throw it as hard as they could at you. There would be no mercy, not even between the best of friends.

If you were at the end of the line, the side not chosen that is, then your chances were you were going home with out having to endure the horrible fate. So this is why I used to dread rainy days. But today I long for one. I wish it would rain. It's still hot here as our heat wave continues on. I love it, I just wish it would rain too, and be hot. Everyone thinks I'm crazy, and maybe I am.