When I moved into my bachelor pad, the pool was filled with mud. It was quite a task to empty this pit of hell, and at one point, I was trapped at the bottom of the pool, unable to climb the slimy walls and escape! The pool was basically a worthless pit in my backyard. We ran the RC cars in it, and skated it, but it was lacking something. Then one day the idea struck me to create a basketball court out of it, and Boing Ball was born! I drew up some plans and my friend Johnny Bagby fabricated the backboard, and fastened it to the cement, and we were off! The basket is at regulation height (if you stand at the bottom and shoot up.) It is a blast shooting baskets, as every shot is a challenge, and not like any other court on earth! The ball tends to bounce all over the place, hence the name "boing ball!". I spray painted the pool with icons, so that you can stand on a spot, make a shot, and challenge your opponent to do the same. It is fun, and we played for hours at the parties I threw. Who is the surprise boing-ball champion? MY DAD! He gets in a groove and puts us all to shame. Although, he never attempted the running, climbing lay-up which I loved (see photo). Getting up there is no problem, but then you are hanging 10 feet up! aagh! Here I am quite thrashed after hours of "Boinging"! Note the Descendents T-shirt, which my buddy Ed bought me the night before. The Descendents were playing at the Whisky a Go-GO, and we went to go mosh in the pit! Nothing like the occasional punk rock concert to get the blood pumping! Boing Ball Pinball