It was a way of life for a Canadian kid growing up.
For away hockey tournaments, every kid would bring their mini stick and we would cause mayhem in the hallways at the hotels with absolutely vicious games.
Family gatherings, our parents would send us to the basement and it was game on.
The number of bloody noses I got from mini sticks was insane.
Managed hotels for much of the single digit 00s. The bolded might be the most true statement I've ever read on this board. One of the games I had to break up was absoultely freaking epic. There was no way in hell I wanted to shut these kids down, but it
was 1:30am on a Wednesday and it was a mostly business hotel. The phone system lit up like the Rockerfeller tower when they kicked off that game.
Kids had setup three nets. One on each end of the hallway one in the center. They were using four goalies. The two in the center were playing opposite sides of the net but it was like four teams on four teams and you could score on any net but your own. It was freaking hysterical but way too loud for the hour.
In Texas we played a game called slaughterball. It started out with a racketball or a tennis ball. But you throw it against a wall and everyone tries to catch it. If the ball touches you and you don't catch, you have to run and touch the wall. Everyone else is allowed to bean you with the ball until you become safe by touching the main wall. Penalties are given to hitting someone with a ball after they're "safe" or for hitting someone deliberately in the head (there is a reason for this.) Penalty shots....the guilty goes and stands facing the wall about three inches from it. The victim then gets to absolutely been him from 20' away with a free throw.
Absolutely fun game... Until you hit highschool... And it changes to a baseball. Played it once in highschool. Once. The small of my back has never felt the same.