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Dodge that ball! Annual tourney makes its mark By Kathleen Manwaring kmanwaring@barnstablepatriot.com FACEOFAWINNER?-DylanBuss , a junior at BHS, waits his turn to play with Team Blade. Team members on Blade wore hot-pink t-shirts that coordinatedwellwith red hair. YOU'RE OUT!-Players react to hitting an opponent duringone of many intense matches during the BHS Dodgeball Tournament. LOVE THOSE SHIRTS - The all-faculty Fat Boys team (below) took extra efforts to design their own t-shirts with a marker. KATHLEEN MANWARING PHOTOS NARB ROCKS! - "Nasty" Nate Camelio, captain of team NARB, strikes an intimidating pose at the BHS Annual Dodgeball Tournament held Tuesday inthe Field House. Those team NARB boys could throw really hard. The ballswere flyingand the losers were almost crying at a dodgeball tournament at BHS that can best be described as intense. Forthe second year BHSEng- lish teacher and Senior Class Advisor Michael Wojkowski organized faculty and stu- dents in aheated contest that raised money - and welts -for several good causes. The brainchild of BHS student Adam Riley, the now-annual tournament is held to raise money for the senior class,junior class and the SamD'Olimpio Scholar- ship fund. "We were talking about fundraisers and he came to me withthe idea," said Wojkowski. "Ithought it sounded interesting." Interesting and intense. This year's tournament , held in the Field House at BHS, featured 37 teams made up of faculty and students battling it out for the top honor: a funky red trophy and the title of champion. Initially Wojkowski was skeptical about the draw such a tournament would have. "I kind of thought we wouldn't get that much money or that many peo- ple," he said. "Now it's the talk around the school." Given the sizeable crowd, itself an excellent represen- tation of all factions from BHS, the popularity of the event isimmense.Standing elbow to elbow along the sidelines, hundreds of stu- dents watched anxiously for errant balls while en- thusiastically cheering on their favorite teams. Wojkowskiwasimpressed with this year's involve- ment . "The tournament gets kids from every grade, clique or group participat- ing," he said. Looking at the diversity among teams, Wojkows- ki's statement rang very true. Team Blade members wore brilliant pink t-shirts while an unpronounce- ably-named team wore vivid orange skicaps. Team NARB sported black net tanks with the team logo across the front . "NARB rocks! We're gonna win the whole thing!" exclaimed team captain "Nasty"Nate Camelio. A most original group was the SPAM team com- prised of students and fac- ulty including the Gyras, a BHS husband and wife duo whose affection for the lun- cheon meat inspired their moniker and their clever duds. The administrative collaboration of Dead Men Walking also garnered rau- cous approval, as did the all-faculty groupingknown as The Fat Boys in self- decorated attire. At the end of the after- noon, though, it was all about the Blackhawks. The team of sophomore boys took it straight to the top, claiming the title and the trophy. "We'll get them next year," a Fat Boy was overheard muttering as he applied ice to aparticularly nasty welt. Each member of the six- person teams paid a $5fee, helping to raise more than $1,000 that will benefit the classes aswell as the schol- arship fund. For the team Reporter takes it in the eye at dodgeball tourney By Kathleen Manwaring kmanwaring@barnstablepatnot.com NOT WHAT YOU THINK - Given the sarcasm-tinged sympathy from some of my cohorts at th« newspaper, I decided a little prank was in order. With a bit of skillfully applied makeup to my "injured" eye, I developed a real shiner! After tricking editors and publisher alike, it was my turn to enjoy a giggle. Now, anyone know where I can get some safety goggles for future events? There is taking one for the team and then there is really taking one for the team. At the BHS Dodgeball Tournament this week, I learned a valuable lesson: those balls HURT! On a mission to obtain the elusive "perfect shot" of sport in action, I scrambled madly along the sidelines of the dodgeball games taking place in the BHS Field House Tuesday. Until I set foot in the overwhelmingly crowded gym, I had managed to put myownchildhood dodgeball traumasbehind me. As the balls whizzed past me, I suddenly remembered why it was that I disliked this particular PE Class activity with a vengeance. Forget throwing nice! These teams launched those rub- ber spheres with the intent to maim, if not entirely remove, whatever body part they came in contact with. But hey, those days of geeky awkwardness are long gone. I'm a certified professional sports writer now, right? With fierce determination I hunkered down, ignoring the small red projectiles frying everywhere, and clicked away. Fornearly an hour Iwasable to duck, cover and,yes,dodge more than a few shots. I was feeling pretty good about my agility and my abilities in capturing some cool pictures. Rule number one in dodgeball: never,never,never letyour guard down. It happened when I got cocky and knelt at the far corner of anespeciallyheated gamebetween the students of team NARB and the teachers of The Fat Boys. I should have known to move when I took one in the shoulder, and then another. Nope. I remained planted in my spot. As the old adage says, I didn't even see it coming. Then it hit me smack in the eye, nearly knocking me over. Wow! OW! The immense crowd drew acollective breath and let out a massive "Oh!" At that point, I didn't know which was more damaged: my eye or my pride. I did my best to shrug it off, made ajoke and snapped a few more photos. When both eyes began watering terribly, however, it became apparent that I should probably check things out. Embarrassed, I slunk into the hall and asked the kids at the refreshment table where I'd find some ice. Ugh. I had to go back inside the gym.I was led to a trainer who wasn't successful at stifling his laughter as he handed me a size- able bag of cubes. "Hey, look! The reporter got clocked," I heard someone exclaim as they caught sight of me.I offered a grin and a wave. Time to go. Back at the office my injury elicited more laughter, but also a measure of concern. With the initial shock over and the pain subsiding, I laughed, too. Injured by a dodgeball! "Thanks for taking one for the team," I was told by both editor and publisher. No problem. So what have I learned from all of this? One, get a longer lens, especially now that baseball season will be starting. Two, those guys on team NARB throw really hard! Three, while it'scommendable to take one for the team,it'saheck of a lot smarter to get out of the way. *