Ever since we first stepped into the intimidating world of Primary education, one game has stayed with all (or most) of us through the thick and thin of an ailing public education system.
Think back to the innocent days of getting up at seven in the morning to watch Cheese TV, perhaps to marvel at Ash catching another pokemon, or the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles battling other less ugly but more evil mutants, or maybe watching a character of Dragonball Z powering up for the 5th episode in a row.
These were the carefree days, free of the stress of integration, Le Chatelier's Principle, or the death of JFK, and what better way to idle away our time than to play a sport that every single kid in every single primary school associates with a tennis ball and a slab of concrete with a pattern of straight lines!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australian_handball
Handball was the shit. I loved it dearly back when i was a little kid, and only very recently, half my grade has started to play handball again.
Yes, you may think "Handball is for little kids. You should have been weaned off handball by year 7, or at least by year 8 for the acutely socially challenged kids", but imho each and every one of us miss handball. It's such a thrill to see seniors rushing out of classrooms, sprinting to the quadrangle shouting "Service! Service!" and "To me!!".
So I challenge you, the reader, to grab a tennis ball and start awakening your dormant love for the handball. It is excellent. I love it. You love it.