Tape Delayed Blueball

I devote a lot of wordage here to Blueball, a sport I helped to create with nothing more than a volleyball, a few friends, and a thirst for pain. However, I don't know how well I manage to capture the intensity of the game. I have this feeling that, all around the Internet, people are squinting at their monitors and saying, "But what does Blueball look like? What does it feel like? Most importantly, what does it smell like?" Well, take a looksie at this video. That's the official highlight reel of the world championship game, played earlier this month.

Five years from now, when our uniforms are covered in endorsements and I'm thrown out of the league for injecting bison hormones, we can all look back at this video and say, "Ahh, Blueball was pure once." If you're looking for me on that video, search for the guy in a white shirt and green shorts who has a tendency to drop the ball and burst into tears.

Unrelated note: I accidentally text messaged a few hundred people on Friday night while trying to send an update to Dodgeball. The responses varied from "go screw yourself, powell" to "who dis?" to "LOL PLAYA 4 EVA". Sorry about that, phone pals! (And if anyone can tell me how to actually send an email from my phone, please let me know.)