Dodgeball is the reason why all us Gen X'ers have the thousand yard stare...

The bards still sing of the day that Mathew was bested. Truly heroes were born that day.

The hihg pitched 'PING' that red bball made when impacting someone's face was pure joy.

I truly belive that the reason we didn't have as much school violence back in the day is because we could play dodgeball and throw snowballs and get our aggressions out during play. We could play cops and robbers and "get the bad guy," we could do leg wrestling and prove our superior strength over the others all in the name of healthy, satisfying "good fun" without fear of being called a "bully!" Yes, those were the best days ever!

For God, For Country, For Freedom! For Dodgeball! ❤❤❤

As a fellow dodgeball veteran, I thank you for your service.❤

The Braveheart score was a perfect selection!!

We played straight dodgeball and a game called "War". The gym teacher used the gymnastics equipment, with wrestling mats draping over them, and created a literal field of war. As we bobbed and weaved our way around obstacles and flying dodgeballs, he stood high on the bleachers and made sure those who were hit were out. It was the greatest game of my life as a Gen Xer. (born in 66)

I was a dodgeball warrior as a kid. Thanks for a beautiful narration of a wonderful childhood memory.

An epic tale of the "Gladiatoral Classroom" known as Gym Class - not yet morphed into "PE" - and a memory that has yet to fully recede into the dusty cobwebs of Gen-X historical yore. Well done, good sir!

It was truly the best of times. I left many a friend in that battlefield. Mostly friends with a large girths and slow steps.

I loved that game in high school. It was your one chance to completely annihilate your classmates, especially those ones to the face or baby maker. And it was all school sanctioned. How awesome was that?! Ah yes, being an 80's kid was hell, but I loved every minute of it.

The narration, the music, truly a masterpiece my good sir! 😂

Dodgeball was how I learn how to move so fast and not overthink my moves. Life skills.😉

The sound of the ball, omg. It was 30+ years ago, I can still hear it 😂

I remember Larry Dunkle in 4th grade broke his arm in the best "dodge" I've ever seen. He might have broken his arm but he was the winner that day.

Ah at 8 years old, I had my one and only Matrix moment decades before neo was neo. It happened on such a dodgeball battlefield..

"When the battle begins, I will find you, my enemy, but when the battle has been won or lost, I seek you, my friend." ~Roman Centurion.

As a child, I was blessed with a wicked right arm.. i was always the first chosen as the combatants choosed their sides.. my preferred weapon was the smaller red-ridged playground ball, as it afforded much higher velocity.. my opponents feared the whistling sound of these cannon shots.. I distinctly remember firing a fast round at an opposing player who meekly attempted to block the shot by placing his own ball in front of his face - my volley struck with such force that his own ball was driven from his hands and into his own face, nearly knocking him unconscious.. my side cheered with approval

It's funny how I now think of dodgeball with fond nostalgia... I seem to remember at the time it was a source of panic and stress. Every PE day was a potential day of doom... walking into the gym in squeaky shoes and seeing the big rubber ball rack on the side of the gym with a sense of panic. I was the kid that could catch and dodge but couldn't throw worth crap so I always ended up still standing but basically cannon fodder. Usually ended with taking a ball to the face... lol... good times.

"If you can dodge a wrench...you can dodge a ball."

We are truly the last generation with amazing tails to tell, good times. There's nothing scarier than getting old with no stories to tell, stay strong in weak times.

I can still feel the red rubber hash marks on my face!!!

Man I miss dodgeball...so much fun. The marks you would get from ball was a badge of honor!!

Absolutely nothing beats GEN-X. Born in 67 and able to grow up in the 80's. I thank you sir for your insight and intellect. I feel like im reliving my early years through you.

I remember those days. We added yet another level of complexity to our Dodge Ball games, for if your teammates were to eliminate the one that put you to the sideline, you were then revived and could return to the game. Oh the good I’l old days. They are to be cherished.

The windchimes kicked in perfectly in time with the epic tale. Even the 4winds rejoice in the defeat of the titan.

Absolutely love the way he tells his story’s.

Damn, I love this guy’s delivery. Someone put him in a movie, for goodness sake!

I loved that dodge ball was equal opportunity annilation. It didn't matter if you were a girl, boy, eight years old or eighteen. You were all worthy targets of the mighty red rubber ball.

I can smell the very distinct aroma of the red rubber and feel the particular greasiness of the waffled surface ......days of glory, my friends

I loved Dodgeball days. It was great when your team had all the balls at the same time, and you could strategize who you were gonna go for. We'd pick one person to target, one person would throw high to get them to duck, while the other two throw at the waist. When they ducked for the first ball, they would get two in the face. In 8th grade I hit the meanest kid in our school in the face and bounced his head off the wall, the other kids laughed at him. I thought he was gonna kill me, but he didn't lol. Good times.

I'd love to have a few beers with you while the burgers cook on the BBQ .. well done sir!

The more I listen to you. The more I muss my childhood. 😢

Truly a resonating sound that harkens the joys of childhood. Kudos to you kind sir, for bringing forth such joy in this Orwellian world.

Your Song Selection of Braveheart and how well you edited to your video is as Beautiful as your Narration of the Battle of the Dodgeball War's. We Gen. XR's are the Last True Veterans of Dodgeball War's.

A most epic tale told by a most epic warrior. To you, my good sir, I salute you.

As I’m sitting here watching and reminiscing on my grade school years and loving this great storytelling the world spoke back at me and damn if the song from my 8th grade cheerleading dance didn’t just start playing on the radio 🫠🫠🤗🥹🥹

You, good sir are like the legendary Viking skalds of yore. Regaling us with tales of a bygone age. Memories are rekindled and my heart races at the telling.

Love the “Braveheart” orchestrated score as your background or embedded music.

Dodgeball and kickball were 2 of my favorite games growing up. Kickball was Dodgeball with bases.

Ah yes dodgeball. What a great sport. I still can hear the sound of the ball "PING" as it smashed against my face. Truly great memories.

I served my time in the Great Dodgeball War of 94. Many of my brothers and sisters never made it home in those dark days. And while we wept for those fallen, we never stopped serving.

The tears, sweat, and even blood shed during these most epic of battles will forever be recounted as some of the most desperate and heroic moments of our young lives. The hollow ping of these painful plastic projectiles will forever echo in our souls. To past battles! To those that were lost, to those that were won, but most of all to our courage to rush forth and arm ourselves from that fateful ball line and do battle with our peers.

If you can distinctly remember the sound of a dodgeball striking your adversary, and can distinguish between a head shot and a gut shot, you're definitely a Gen X'r.

This was awesome, thank you sir. The memory long gone

Beautifully narrated ❤

I can remember those days. We did not have ac in our school at all. I can still hear and feel the smack of the ball. Those really were great times!❤❤❤

I was the deflection and dodge king in my day, I wasn’t the hardest throwing but had decent accuracy. I miss dodgeball

I swear everything fun I loved as a child has been nerfed to all hell or outright banned. I miss dodgeball, the three story high monkey bars, mary-go-rounds and those huge spinning/pivoting seesaws that lifted you up 12ft off the ground and pray your siblings don't jump off while you're up. 😅

Warriors have forever felt the sting of sharp steel cutting flesh, the pounding of war hammers crushing their plate armor. We heard the high pitched Ting of that textured rubber ball, the burn of its slap against exposed flesh, and the fire that follows mere seconds later. War is not for everyone. Sometimes I awaken at night hearing the tormented screams of my slower teammates.

Dodgeball only had one rule, Always aim for the head, an then... PINGGGGGG! A sound that will forever live in our dreams of victory and our nightmares of defeat. A sound once heard can never be forgotten. You're hearing it now, aren't you?

I was truly riveted with a smile on my face. I love the way you speak of Yesterday. Wild and Feral indeed.

This gotta be the best Story Time video of GenX experieince with Dodgeball Ever! Im in tears laughing because you had to become the Apex Predator of the game out there lol

Dodgeball was the best ! I wasn’t necessarily so good, but I dearly loved playing it.

I absolutely jumped out of bed on days we were playing dodge ball in PE , great memories

It’s truly always a Matthew. Well told.

He making it sound like a American Civil War Journal entry. 😂

That unmistakable sound of the ball hitting your ear, pinnnnng!

Those were the days. I miss Dodgeball.

The sound of a head shot was forever ingrained in our minds.

I love how the wind chimes can be heard at just the right moment of the story.

This dude could read a fast food restaurant's menu and it would sound Shakespearean!

The feel of rubber, the sight of red... triggering PTSD in X'rs to this day.

Don't forget curb ball, playing in the street, had to stop to let cars drive by, those were the days!!! 56yrs old...

Thank you. Dodgeball!!! The greatest of games.

If only, like the movie, there were actually a professional Dodgeball league. Imagine being able to relive the nostalgia vicariously on ESPN8...

There was always that one kid who tried to use medicine balls in spite of the teacher's stern warnings... lol

Love a good loud "sproing"!

New fan here. The seriousness in the manner of which you speak on the subjects you speak on, is pure genius!

The great story of David vs golilth the school edition. Many a school or school child from the early 90s and before know of such a tale.

Love this one. Loved Dodgeball and remember square dancing in gym.

Awesome message bloke , let's see how many understand it , hopefully a lot of people do . Cheers from Down Under!

As a Gen-X PE Teacher and Army Veteran, my gym is a reflection of our fondest memories, dodge ball, rope climbing, obstacle courses, scooters & roller racers at their fastest speeds, and Hide & Seek in the dark. I remind my student’s there’s no crying in the gym, and to walk it off.

Awesome story!! Thanks for telling this epic story of your childhood.

As you told our tale of old, I was inspired to interpretive dance/ act out in slow motion, the tale along with your narration. We laughed & laughed

Looking back it’s amazing how we could turn every sport we played into full contact gladiator games. Your best friend became your worst enemy when matched opposing each other and when the game ended all dirty cheap shots were admired for the deviousness for which they were used.

In HS dodgeball, I was The Little One and the new girl. While being homeschooled, I did softball, track and field, gymnastics, ballet, and mma before HS. In HS, I did regular PE freshman and sophomore year, dance team junior year and mascot senior year. During PE, I was the new girl and the little one. Everyone matured faster than I did. They were bigger, taller, and stronger. I was little but faster, smarter and more athletic. I did a lot of flipping, tucking, rolling, jumping, ducking, twirling, and leaping around to avoid balls and they couldn't escape my fast pitch. I was both the easy target and the hard target at the same time. They were always pissed that they couldn't get me. Im still 5ft 2in tall after 3 kids i just made it to 135lbs. I still beat my husband (6ft 5in and 330lbs) and kids in dodgeball. 😂😂😂

You will always have this amazing battle memory. God bless all of the brave children that day!❤️😂

What i remember the most about dodgeball was the PE coaches giving tips to the people attempting to hit the students that they hated, "timmy is looking away quick hit him now!!"

I see the beautiful flag of South Carolina in the background! Such a beautiful state, it produces bards like yourself and other such acts of Bravery.

I am taken back to the narration of the 300 at the end by your version. good stuff!

That bit where we discovered that Mathew had been held back, that is where laughter ensued.

In almost every dodgeball game, there were moves that would put an Olympian gymnast to shame; and we had no mat to land on, either.

Tis was perhaps, the best story of ol', you have spoken of. Bar none

My favorite variant was called Prison Ball. Instead of a mid-line, our court was divided like an ice hockey rink with two lines. Each side could go up to the second line, leaving the middle third a barbarous wasteland where you could be attacked from the front, the sides, and even from behind. When you were struck out, instead of waiting on the side until your team caught a ball, you had to go behind the opposing team, in their prison, which only extended a few feet from the back walls. The only way you could get back in the game is if you somehow got a ball while in prison and then struck out an opposing player, or if your teammates struck an opponent and you caught the ricochet on the fly. This was a superb battle primer, as it required full 360° awareness. Strategic planning was also intense, and you had to devise ways of slipping weapons to your imprisoned teammates so they could rise up and free themselves, while also denying the same to your own prisoners.

As last of the dodgeball warriors I 🫡 you thank you for the story brought back the time where three balls were missed and yet one was caught and returned

You knew what was gonna happen on a rainy day. BODGEBALL FIGHTS!!!

A truly unique sound that I can still hear to this day

Team dodgeball is one thing. Free for all dodgeball is another level.

I swear I just found this Channel and I have never laughed so hard because every single thing you say I relate to 100% I used to live for Dodgeball it scared me but I didn't care I was in for it also Red Rover Red Rover man that was fun and I always end up trying to bust through and then fall on my face but I'd get right back up and say I'm fine and keep playing.... I'm a girl I was born in 72 and when I was about 7:00 I broke my arm and my mom said it was visibly broken you could see it I was walking across the top of a swing set of swinging and I just started putting pressure on it and showing my mom look I'm okay because I wanted to just keep playing outside obviously she had to take me to the hospital LOL

its like hearing Saving Private Ryan w/o having to sit in the movie theater for nearly 3 hrs lol. legit all I could think of during this is, "so this is what listening to WW2 soldiers was like"

I remember during recess, with the lack of structure of a gym class, we played Poison Ball. (For modern verbage, Dodgeball Battle Royale.) I always preferred that, for some reason.

Can Anyone else still hear the echoing ring from the red ball as it bounced off your body...and in that moment the world seemed to slow down as nooooooo ran through your head looking at the sidelines to see how many players were in front of you to be brought back in to the game... Then wondering if your teams survivers were good enough to catch the ball to bring you back in......man such glorious Days indeed

😮🎉😂 Came over from TikTok 💋

I like how he sounds like Burl Ives (Rudolf the Rednose Reindeer) as he narrates the dodgeball match.

I miss dodgeball so very much ! I was of the monkey bar clan. We defied gravity with a limb and a bit of cloth round the knee.

We used to love the days of dodgeball in the first half of grade school. After they banned it, we begged and pleaded the PE teacher to allow us to play it one more time when we were in 8th grade. The teacher got enjoyment when the fat kid got whacked in the face. And as the numbers grew fewer & fewer, those remaining slowly tired but danced and dodged like gymnasts avoiding being pummeled by multiple balls hurled towards them til only 1 remained standing. I miss those days. We grew character from getting the crap whacked out of us and doing the same to others. 😊

God I miss those times!!! When kids were kids and we played outside!!! On the weekend we were out by 8am and mom was lucky if we where home for supper!! Most times we go home when the street lights came on because that was the rule!!

I remember those days... when retelling stories of it to my kids, they refer to it as prison rules dodgeball. There were no rules, just hit your opponent anywhere on their body as hard as you can with the ball. Kids stumbled away with bruises and if they even dared complain or show their parents, they would have been laughed at for being too slow for dodgeball.