Chris Macabuhay

"It was a cold.. or maybe warm... day in... uhm.... Southern California. I... uhm.... was standing with a bunch of other guys in the center ... of the court... before a game..... There was about 10... or 20 of us. I was in the uhm... what's that word... middle... of everyone. Then, I feel a sharp pain on my head..... Then something warm.... turns out some.... child... threw a rock at us and it missed everyone but hit me in the.... uhm.... head. Me, surrounded by 20 guys, was the one unlucky enough to.... uhm... what was I Darron, being the quick thinker..... ran to his car to get his... uhm.... fisrt aid kit. Did I type "fisrt"? I meant first. First Aid kit. What was I saying? Oh yeah, the rock. So, anyway, he saved my life. Thanks... Darron."

Mark Manasse

"It was a day not unlike any other, but somehow, this day was different. Back in the day when we played at the old-school dunkball courts in the deepest, darkest corner of Rancho Santa Margarita (you old school brothas know of where I speak...you newer jacks, best step back, yo). It was going to be a light day...just Dan Olsen and I were going to shoot some fifty footers and do mad reverse dunks. Well, Dan was going to do most of the dunking since I had my limitations, even on 8' rims. Gravity simply bears down on me much, much harder than the average individual. I think this has something to do with my journey from Krypton and my ensuing crash into a corn field, where my new parents, Mr. and Mrs. Kent, took care of me until I was old enough to move to the big city of RSM. But, I digress.

"Dan and I were out messing around when these really, really big Asian guys (big in general, not just for being Asian) came and asked if we wanted to play a game of two-on-two. Dan and I of course obliged their desire to get the smack down...and we put it down and we put it down hard.

"After the game, we went over to our local watering hole (which in this instance actually means a water fountain, since we were 14 and not hitting the bars yet. Well, Dan may have been.). Dan and I were just sitting around chatting, when the really, really big Asian guys come up with some more of their really, really big Asian-guy friends. They start talking all mad kinds of shit, mostly directed at Dan. I, of course, was trying to be a peacekeeper (he he he), but they seemed pretty angry with Dan for elbowing during the game or something. Anyway, they wanted Dan to apologize...and not only apologize, but get on his knees and apologize and beg for their forgiveness. I, of course, advise that he go along with this because, at that time, I was a big pussy.

"What happens next, is almost as inconceivable (said in a Sicilian accent) as it is improbable. Dan starts speaking to them in Asian, and they all start laughing and getting along. I obviously don't know what they were saying because I don't speak Asianese...but they did look at me and chuckle a few times. I figured they were just conferring on the fact that I was indeed a fine looking young man.

"All and all, not a bad day in the annals of dunkball history."

Steve Marston

"It would not do the Hall any justice to leave out the dunking attempts by our vertical leap-challenged compadre, Mr. Jason Marsh. I distinctly recall one time when he came out and ran the miniature court with us. He avoided dunks, even when no one was around him. I think he tried 2 dunks. The 1st one clanked off the FRONT of the rim. The 2nd, well, he hung on to the ball too long and as it bounced into the rim, rotated his body in midair until horizontal, at which point gravity took over and he went straight down. Thud. He has not entertained the thought of participating in dunk ball ever since. If memory serves correctly, even little (at the time) Peter Smulowitz was talking trash. Ouch.

"On a personal note, I can't think of anything too compelling that happened to me, good or bad. About the only thing of note was I came in late to the game and had to learn it on the fly. Eight feet was no problem for my lanky 6'-2" frame, but I didn't know proper technique. The 1st few outings I had massive skin loss on my fingers as I grabbed rim a bit too aggressively. As I got the hang of it (no pun intended), I also found myself with some nasty forearm bruises from putting the ball down into the cylinder. But it was worth it. =)

"One last note, not much of a story. Over at my 'hood of the time, Portola Hills, was Portola Elementary, with 9' rims. I could barely dunk on those, but thought we were getting too big for the RSM courts. Those that couldn't go 9' didn't see it the same way. There were no games played there, not even exhibition. Wimps.

"If anyone wants to go again at RSM, I live out there now, so we can base operations out of my house. Just be prepared for me to bow out early as a few times up and down even those miniature courts, and I'll be sucking wind."