I felt like a heavyweight boxer after a 15-round bout.

My arms were weary from throwing so many punches, and my legs were weak from dancing around the ring for so long.

I even have a nasty cut above my right eye that was bleeding pretty badly at the time. The blood started to seep into my eye and was blurring my vision.

These were just some of the highlights of my first experience with K-State's Dodgeball Club.

I heard about the club from a friend of mine and figured it would be pretty cool to take a night away from my busy life and go back to being a kid again.

I miss those days when we didn't have a care in the world, and for a couple hours of the day, we were able to participate in physical education class and have recess.

So Tuesday night I laced up my fighting shoes and made my way to Ahearn Field House to take on some of the weekly regulars.

The first couple of games went by pretty fast, and I just stayed towards the back to get a feel for the opponents.

My team won the first two games, and I would like to think I contributed to those victories.

We had some pretty aggressive guys, but I was most impressed by the fact that nobody got frustrated when we were low on players. Everybody just kept fighting and trying hard to get the win.

My approach to the game has not changed since I began playing way back when.

I know I don't have a cannon for an arm, so I like to hang out and wait for the other players to come after me.

I don't know what it is, but I can catch almost anything thrown at me. It's this uncanny ability I have always had, which probably stems from my younger years when everybody was always gunning for me. I had to learn how to catch really well, and it's paid off.

Now don't get me wrong; I got a few good throws in there, too, but I usually just waited to catch a ball.

The best catch I made was in the fourth game we played. It was down to me versus about nine opposing players. They all threw their dodgeballs at me at the same time, and I hit the ground to avoid being drilled. Three whizzed over my head, two went to the left of me, and two more went to my right. I caught one, threw it aside and caught another one, knocking out two opponents and bringing two of my teammates back into the game in the process.

Of course, we still lost the game, but avoiding the barrage of dodgeballs was the highlight of my night.

I walked away with a few bumps and bruises, but that's the risk you take if you want to play dodgeball. I had a fun time, and I recommend that you go to one of the sessions if you want to remember what it's like to be a kid again.

It's a nice break from the real world.

Cedrique Flemming is a senior in print journalism and business. Please send comments to sports@spub.ksu.edu