Jason Fetz is a connoisseur of dodge ball, this much is true. Once a week he gets suited up and steps into the hard world of team sports.
As soon as his toes hit the court, he is aware of everything, from the velocity of the ball to the earth beneath is feet. Instinctively he is no longer a man, but more animal, but even more like a machine. Jason Fetz becomes something like an electric puma wolf computer.
His hips twist as if he’s dancing the ballet, weaving between the quick movements of rubber fury. He throws with alarming precision, moving through the ranks of the team, one by one. He catches the ball and seconds later it is busy excavating the lower intestines of some poor child that expected nothing. At the end of the game the lights in his eyes twinkle with satisfaction, and he steps on, embracing the day.
He is like lightning, yet also like thunder. He is Thuntning.
Jason Fetz is a God.