So yeah… dodgeball. Here’s what I want to believe: that I’m just not as nimble as I was when I was thirteen years old. But talking it over with Jorge this morning, we came to the agreement that perhaps I wasn’t nearly as awesome at it (back in the day) as I like to think. Little kids—even the sporty ones or the overgrown, brutish ones—can't throw particularly fast. Playing against grown-ups can be like trying to dodge cannon fire. That said, I don’t want to oversell our competition. They were okay. Far and away the best thrower was on our team. But I would have to say that eight of ten throws, coming in my direction and with any decent velocity, hit me pretty squarely. There are two flaws to my dodging strategy: I start the dodge before the ball has even been released During the dodge, my limbs move like crazy but my core stays in just about the exact same spot Holy hell, did I play some lousy dodgeball. But it’s not all bad news. We won, and by a good margin, which is always aweso...