<3 The U-Store
Yes, we really get that into it.
Let’s be honest, Princeton. We were never the super-athletes growing up. We liked the library, not P.E. We were nerds, and proud of it. We were also always the last ones picked in gym, no matter what sport, and apparently we never really got over it.
Dodgeball, according to the sport’s eminent authority Patches O’Houlihan, is “a sport of violence, exclusion, and degradation” that was basically designed to let stronger, more athletic, more popular kids humiliate the average elementary school-aged future Princetonian.
You’d think the mere sight of one of those red rubber balls would send us scurrying off in the other direction. Actually touching one ought to undo years of therapy.
But every year, we conquer our fears at Colosseum Club’s dodgeball tournament, because, as nerds among nerds, it’s finally our turn to be the gym class heroes. Sure, we could act like the adults we theoretically are and “rise above” our childhood torment. Instead we spend a night living out our fifth-grade fantasies.
