Last week I took the college students from my church to go play whirlyball.  In case you’re unfamiliar, whirlyball is a sport played by two teams of five people while riding around a basketball court in bumper cars.  The object of the game is to nail each other as hard as you can with your cars…or maybe that’s not the object, but some of us certainly thought it was.

The “real” object of the game is to shoot a wiffle ball through a suspended hoop (similar to basketball with bumper cars, eh?).  All the while, people will try and make mad dashes for the ball (which can only be picked up, passed, or shot with a hand-held scoop), bump each other to get position, and generally scream obscene things about one another’s mothers.

Now that you understand the game, I can get on to the real point of this post:

MATT MALIK, IF YOU THINK YOU’RE AWESOME BECAUSE YOU MADE YOUR FIRST THREE GOALS, YOU ARE WRONG, BUDDY!!!  THE ONLY REASON MY SHOOTING WASN’T AS GOOD IS BECAUSE I WAS STILL EXHAUSTED FROM RESCUING THAT LITTLE GIRL WHO ALMOST GOT HIT BY THE SPEEDING TRAIN EARLIER THAT DAY!!!

Whirlyball is a fun game.