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Originally Posted by pylon
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.
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That was him, he had a rubber elbow and he could get that ball moving in a hurry.
There was the intimidation factor to him.
He'd throw the ball head high at you and you'd barely dive out of the way and that ball would hit the wall and sound like Zeus himself got pissed at his wife and punched the wall out. Then the next time he got the ball back and he'd lean back to throw and you'd shriek like a girl and cover your face with one hand and your nuts with the other and he'd put the damn thing shin height.
He was a really nice guy, its too bad that the rest of the gym teachers were a mixture of a rapist and angry man hater and the hot looking milf in tight sweats.