I walked up to a few young ladies to get the lowdown and immediately they offered me a beer. I was glad I waited until after work for the scoop on oozeball since it became apparent that an icy cold beverage is a necessity at this tournament. The ladies were there to watch their husbands compete against other oozeball teams for a chance to win a t-shirt and trophy.
The water didn't really seem ooze-like to me, it was just some water on top of a sand pit. I happened to look up what ye old Merriam-Webster would say, ooze: a soft deposit (as of mud, slime, or shells) on the bottom of a body of water. I really thought it would be more slimy or muddy than it was. Perhaps the longer the tournament is played, the more ooze-like it gets. At one point I actually heard a mother tell her son who was playing in the sideline waters, to stop drinking the ooze water! That statement jolted me into realizing this wasn' t just water they were playing in, but indeed it was very ooze-like.
Finally after living on this earth for 30 plus years, I was able to watch my first Oozeball Tournament with some fried bread dough and a free can of Pabst Blue Ribbon.
Life is good.