Handball Nation
by UNCLE STAN MAHONEY
  • WHAT

    Handball Nation

  • WHERE

    Your patio, your drive way, your cul-de-sac, FORMAT

published on 10th March, 2010

OMG remember handball? How much fun was handball? I don’t mean the weird Eurotrash handball that looks like water polo minus the water, but the kind you used to play in school, between periodic mania for marbles, pogs, tazos, bottle caps, huffing paint, Blink 182 and lying about who you’d fingered at Laurie Milligan’s house. ZOMG remember foursquare? Remember that obscure rule where if the king gets out they get to bypass the line and go straight to dunce? Damn, such a chilling metaphor for ruling class privilege – no wonder I wound up so bitter.

Unlike, say, Powderfinger, handball actually holds up pretty well. It’s fast-paced, skillful, easy to learn and provides an excellent workout. My thighs and glutes all of a sudden feel ROCK HARD on account of my handball style is real low and agile – like a crab. Plus all you need is some chalk (although thin white packing tape is better), a tennis ball and a case of alcopops.

Bam! Get to it!

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