I was a shut-in as a kid, and one of the first families in my class to have a home computer, meaning I could play computer games all day long.
Even so, dodgeball was the shit. If you could deal, you could deal. If you couldn't deal, you got the fuck off the court. I'm proud to admit that despite my piggy-like complexion, I was one of the kids that could deal, and there were only a handful that couldn't. Even the girls made it a point to play support by either choosing to be medic, running around retrieving balls, or making callouts.
Nowadays I work at the YMCA, and they got rid of all the rubber balls and replaced them with foam ones, and you're STILL not allowed to play dodgeball. This was so bullshit to me that I straight up defied them and ran an underground game of dodgeball.
A kid got hit ONCE with a foam ball and started crying and told his mom, and I got in big fucking trouble.
The teacher once accidentally hit me in the face when I was in 3rd grade, and I just laughed it off and told him I was good to go. Sad how the things we used to enjoy as kids are slowly going the way of the dinosaur.