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Originally Posted by CaptainCrunch
I did, I can't remember the teachers name but when he leaned into a throw you could hear the ball tearing a hole in the space time continuum.
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Yep, one of the gym teachers... Mr. Coombs?? He was the big goofy gym teacher.
Anyway, I never forgot a murder ball session in the small gym there, where my buddy tried to catch him out, and totally busted his arm. His forearm looked like a lightning bolt. It was disgusting and totally awesome all at the same time. It was a mark of pride to get a murder ball war wound from him.
He was cruel too. He would go for your feet, and try and put you ass over tea kettle right on your head.