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So here in Guernsey County we may not have the Lakers. No Cavs either, unless you count those cute little newborn cows.

However, what we do have are Dodgeball Champions. The Punishers, a 6-member team – including four Newcomerstown locals – won the Chik-Fil-A Charity Dodgeball Tournament, the Super Bowl of dodgeball. Here’s the report from the Daily Jeffersonian:

“In the tournament, they battled adversity, being down six players to two in one match but coming back to win. They had finally reached the end of the tournament and their opponent, H1N1, looked ready for business. They were Virginia Commonwealth’s (Division 1) starting baseball team and compared to the stature of The Punishers, it looked like a David and Goliath match. While the crowd was rooting for H1N1, it was The Punishers that won the first match. The second match ended as time expired and H1N1 had more players than The Punishers. The last match went into double sudden death overtime. From the start, H1N1 tried to hit Adam but he spun out of the way of the throw. Marlatt then retrieved a dodgeball and threw a curveball over one player and hit the player behind him.

The Punishers went crazy as they realized they just won the biggest dodgeball tournament in history. They finished the day with an impressive 24-1 mark and reaped all the benefits of being champion.

They received free Chick-Fil-A for  year and all the bragging rights of being a champion.”

So a big congratulations to Adam Lefler, Jameson Marlatt, Robby Nay, Chris Deal, Zac Dressler and Dusty Daugherty for winning the big prize.

Of course, they may have to be content with just bragging rights. The nearest Chik-Fil-A is 80 miles away.

“Maybe Jehovah sent this wind to blow away all the decorations,” mused Lia as we drove through the gale force winds and horizontal rain.  Not surprisingly we were the only ones to show up for service that afternoon. Rookies.

Later Lia added, “He made the winds just strong enough that the property of his people isn’t hurt.”

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Lia and I followed behind the insurance agent as she wound her way out of the office to avoid having to walk outside as long as possible. As we approached the car, an extremely strong gust of wind blew the hood of my coat up and a large roof shingle whacked me on my back and head. It was like 1-2-3, boom-boom-BOOM.

An agent who had been trying unsuccessfully to get Lia to talk with him as we walked past his office, opened a window and asked if we were OK. He must have been observing us. We jumped into our car after a quicker than usual inspection. Wanting at least to acknowledge his concern, I looked toward the insurance building, but there wasn’t a trace of either agent. He probably thinks we hate him.

After reflecting a little Lia continued her story, “When that shingle hit you on the head, Jehovah looked down and said, ‘Oops, went a little overboard.’”

When you look forward to peeing.