Man, in elementary, we would play WallBall (also known as BloodBall for the blood that leaked off our bodies when slammed against the rock walls.) where the dodgers would stand infront of a wall, and the throwers would throw balls at us, while we prayed that we could dodge enough. The poor kids were the dodgers, rich kids the throwers. Thanks to those tards, I can now dodge fastballs and punches with a passion. Elementary at a rich kids school was a joy.