I joined a dodgeball league once. I didn’t do it for the chicks.

It was during the summer of 1999, in a league run by the National Amateur Dodgeball Association.

While I have always been athletic, I didn’t necessarily join the league to keep fit.

And my nose has always been rather pointy, but I didn’t play dodgeball in hopes of flattening it.

The premise of the game is what motivated me to join. Take an eight-inch rubber-coated foam ball and throw it at someone. Hard as you can.