Silent ball is simple. Throw a soft ball around the room. Success means catching it. Drop it and you're out. No moving. No talking. There is only one judge (me). Winner makes all the restrictions.
The winner? An overambitious gentleman with a heart of gold and a shaky sense of direction.
His restrictions? "Say their name before you throw it to them, spin around, in 5 seconds".
These restrictions = very difficult. I usually use one of those at a time. 2 max. But I let it slide.
The Gentleman in possession, exuding confidence. He winds up, spins, says a name and pitches the ball full speed. At the white board.
This throw was at least 10 feet away from any other student. Nowhere close. I cannot emphasize this enough. I immediately start laughing. Which gets everyone else to start laughing as well.
Gentleman sits down. The game resumes. The restrictions drop because they are ridiculous. A few minutes later, Gentleman is standing back up and I throw it to him. A few boys point out that he is already out. He smiles sheepishly but remains standing, a silent denial. I say, "no way, really?" because I honestly can't remember. There are like 14 boys scattered throughout the room.
Then my Soccer Star reminds me, "Remember, he was out first. He threw the ball really bad."
The throw in question floods back to me in a millisecond of sweet, sweet realization. And then I laugh uproariously all over again.
Gentleman reddens, hides a smile with an over-exaggerated frown and sits back down.
Hardest I laughed all week.
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