Calvinball! (Retreat 2013: Open to Everyone).
Sept 2, 2013 16:04:26 GMT -5
Post by Evan Coleman on Sept 2, 2013 16:04:26 GMT -5
Like the visionaries of yore, Evan had an idea that would not let him rest. Unlike the visionaries of yore, it was a spectacularly stupid idea.
As per the flyers he'd posted up two days earlier, he arrived at the sports field at 6am sharp, suitcase and backpack in hand. The suitcase contained balls of various sizes and descriptions: footballs, tennis balls, soccer balls, basketballs, and bocci balls all had representation. Within his backpack, he'd stashed a mass of knickknacks and oddities that might be helpful. And the hats. One mustn't forget the hats.
Evan's idea had its roots from his early days at Hammel, back when he was a student. He'd been a great reader of Calvin and Hobbes anthologies at that point, and he and his friends had latched onto the idea of Calvinball. Making up the rules as you go along? Silly hats? I'm-Sorry songs? It was enough to fire any middle schooler's imagination. He and his friends had all agreed that they needed to get a Hammel Calvinball team started, but to his great disappointment it had never happened.
Some men might have been content to let the dream die, but not Evan. Evan couldn't let such a brilliantly stupid idea go to waste. And now that he was back working at Hammel, well . . . perhaps it wasn't too late.
The flyer had been brightly colored but brief. Evan hoped it would be enough.
The timing was unfortunately early, but it was the only time that nobody would be using the area. Evan consoled himself that he'd hopefully piqued enough curiosity to attract SOME players.
Sighing, he set down his bags and began unpacking the equipment. They'd come, or they wouldn't. Regardless, he'd be dog-damned if Calvinball weren't played on this day.
Even if the teams just ended up being Evan vs. Other Evan.
As per the flyers he'd posted up two days earlier, he arrived at the sports field at 6am sharp, suitcase and backpack in hand. The suitcase contained balls of various sizes and descriptions: footballs, tennis balls, soccer balls, basketballs, and bocci balls all had representation. Within his backpack, he'd stashed a mass of knickknacks and oddities that might be helpful. And the hats. One mustn't forget the hats.
Evan's idea had its roots from his early days at Hammel, back when he was a student. He'd been a great reader of Calvin and Hobbes anthologies at that point, and he and his friends had latched onto the idea of Calvinball. Making up the rules as you go along? Silly hats? I'm-Sorry songs? It was enough to fire any middle schooler's imagination. He and his friends had all agreed that they needed to get a Hammel Calvinball team started, but to his great disappointment it had never happened.
Some men might have been content to let the dream die, but not Evan. Evan couldn't let such a brilliantly stupid idea go to waste. And now that he was back working at Hammel, well . . . perhaps it wasn't too late.
The flyer had been brightly colored but brief. Evan hoped it would be enough.
Calvinball!
All interested students and staff and random forest hobos are invited to the sports field at 6am on Wednesday to learn the joys of the fine old sport of Calvinball!
The rules are that we make up the rules.
Bring your own hat. Or don't. Who am I, your mother?
All interested students and staff and random forest hobos are invited to the sports field at 6am on Wednesday to learn the joys of the fine old sport of Calvinball!
The rules are that we make up the rules.
Bring your own hat. Or don't. Who am I, your mother?
The timing was unfortunately early, but it was the only time that nobody would be using the area. Evan consoled himself that he'd hopefully piqued enough curiosity to attract SOME players.
Sighing, he set down his bags and began unpacking the equipment. They'd come, or they wouldn't. Regardless, he'd be dog-damned if Calvinball weren't played on this day.
Even if the teams just ended up being Evan vs. Other Evan.
