Bin Ball is the world’s greatest lawn sport. You throw a Nerf. It goes in a bin. You lift a trophy. Everything else is politics.
Two teams. One Nerf. One wheelie bin. Whoever sinks the most shots before the sun goes down (or the barbecue starts smoking) takes the trophy home until next Sunday.
Bin Ball was invented on a lawn, by people in Crocs, using whatever they found in the garage. It has since been ratified by no one and played by everyone who has ever stood next to a bin holding a piece of foam.
We take it very seriously. And we take it not-at-all seriously. Both at the same time.
It’s the beautiful game, but with a bin.
— Someone, probably
Sunday · Full time · Bin Ball FC 12 – 9 The Opposition
Overhand, underhand, hook shot, granny shot. All legal. All beautiful.
Rim outs don’t count. Ricochets do. Wind is part of the sport.
No hogging. No re-dos. Trash talk encouraged but must rhyme.
Retrieval by dog counts as a point for the dog’s team. Non-negotiable.
The trophy lives in the shed. This is tradition. Do not question it.
Fetches the Nerf. Usually a dog.
Stands near the bin. Judges rim-outs.
Decides where you throw from. Powerful role.
Sinks it. Celebrates. Removes shirt (weather permitting).
Bring a Nerf. Bring a bin. Bring vibes. We’re always looking for one more.
No fees. No kit. No pressure. Crocs optional but respected.