There is a sport, a sport which only the toughest, meanest, most bloodthirsty can play. Mere mortals should never even dream
of trying to play this
game. No, it's not Rollerball
. It's not The Running Man
. It's not even American football - those guys wear pads
. And they get to stop every ten seconds or so to rest!
No, it's wheelchair rugby
. Or, as the players
like to call it - Murderball
Murderball is also the name of the documentary about
the men who play this sport, and, a somewhat wimpy ending aside, if there is a more testosterone-laden, manly film in the history of documentary moviemaking, it would have to be a film about a man who gets into fights with grizzly bears.
(What? You mean there is one? Oh, dear...)
Regardless, this is the story of wheelchair rugby, a game played only by people who have impairment in two or more of their limbs. The rules are somewhere between basketball, rugby, and demolition derby, and if there's a visual analogy to watching a game, it's the last ten minutes of The Road Warrior if it was a competitive sport.
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