Well, it was even kuh-razier than I thought it would be.

Last Sunday at FRAT Night, we had something to the tune of 50 brothers turn out for our first annual dodge ball tournament.  I don’t know if it was the flyers in the schools, word of mouth, or just the effect dodge ball has on young men, but I was totally pumped when I looked around the gym and saw the number of dudes that came out to play.  In fact, I think 8th grader Jason said it best when he arrived at FRAT Night.  He stepped into the gym, took one look at the chaos was unfolding, and simply said:

"Whoa."

Suffice it to say, I echoed his sentiment.

I have to give props to the Captains, who immediately stepped up to the challenge of hosting our mega dodge ball night.  With almost 20 teams, we needed a bracket, pronto.  To the rescue came the art teacher, wife of one of our Captains, who opened up her classroom and tore off a giant sheet of poster paper.  We stuck it to the wall with name tags, and in a matter of minutes, one of our captains cooked up a double elimination tournament that would make the NCAA jealous. Meanwhile, we set up the gym to be able to host two dodge ball games at the same time, and I grabbed the microphone and prepared to scream myself hoarse by providing live commentary on all the action.

It took literally all of FRAT Night for the dust to settle, and when it was all said and done, the middle school champion was the Guy Harveys and the high school champion was the Chi Rhos.

I’ve almost got my voice back.

-Rush