It's no surprise that I hated gym. I challenge you to name a chubby kid who enjoys lacing up their sneakers and getting sweaty in the middle of the school day. I hated gym teachers -- every single one of them. I hated the way phys-ed class turned my somewhat normal classmates into competitive shark-like idiots. I hated being picked last for teams. I hated every single second of gym and worse yet, I hated Dodgeball.
Dodgeball sucked! I can remember the unmistakable scent of that red rubber ball like it was yesterday. I can't forget the bumpy feel of the soft rubber that didn't feel so soft hitting my chubs at 400 miles an hour.
Dodgeball was like cruel and unusual punishment. Whose idea was it to create a game where the object is to hit another kid with a ball? Like, huh? I wasn't aggressive. I wasn't violent. I didn't want to slam my fellow classmates with a red ball, nor did I want to get hit. To this day, I have to say dodgeball was the dumbest gym activity ever and NO I didn't bother to see the movie -- I don't want anything to do with supporting the evil game.