Man Ball

Shawn Haupage’s Blog
Man Ball

The intensity rose as the game came to a tie; it was win by 2 points. The 2 teams glared down at each other from the opposite sides of the court, separated by a couch and a chair. Panting and dripping with sweat, they prepped themselves for the next volley. Adrien, the best French man-ball-player out there, smacked the ball with vigor to the other side. The ball landed on the other side and I dove toward it, making contact and sending it back towards the other team. Jake hit it forcefully, but without precision, and it brushed the ceiling which was an automatic point for our side. Game point! Adrien served the ball again for being on the losing team on the game point, which was otherwise known as sucker’s serve. He sent another one flying towards our way and this time I had to duck out of fear of losing an eye. But then came Dev to the rescue! He came behind me just in time and punched the ball back to the other side, creating havoc. Adrien and Jake both fumbled with the ball and it dropped to the floor, each bounce on the ground a loud thud to their ears. Dev and I’d won it! We ran around our side of the court doing something close to a dance. Adrien and Jake stomped up to us and demanded a rematch. And so Man Ball continued.
You have all now seen the greatness of a sport we call Man Ball. I didn’t create the actual sport itself, but I can take credit for coining the name of the game. Credit for the sport itself along with it’s intricate rules would have to go to Matt Senter, a good chef and an even better friend. Boredom is something we all come across in our lives, and here in suite 1114, Man Ball is the perfect activity to relieve us of such. However when the nights grow late, we normally hear a knock on our suite door, echoing loudly in our room. Knowing the cue, we open the door with our heads hung and look up into the face of Kima, our GA. She says it’s past quiet hours in a firm tone, and we hand her the once bright orange ball, now a dull graying color. We, being such respectful suitemates, know not to disturb the others at night, as well as not to disobey the laws of Kima. Man Ball may have come to a close that night, but the next day after work, we’d be right back on the court separated by a couch and chair.