Anyone Got An Aspirin?

It's the spring of 1985 at Ohio State, my sophomore year.  A beautiful Saturday afternoon and my buddies and I are playing basketball at our fraternity house hoop court. There's a break in the game and we notice something. Down the street from our fraternity house is another fraternity house. The Phi Delts. They were basically the "IT" house on campus. Every member of their house was either an athlete at Ohio State, on student government or just really popular(picture the OMEGA House from Animal House). These guys grew up to be the Wall Street guys and Politicians that screw the poor so they can get rich. Nice fellas. Well, there's about 7 guys on their roof and they doing something but we really can't tell what they're doing. Then we notice 3 guys operating what looks like a gigantic slingshot. Two guys are on the left and right holding the slingshot and one guy is directly behind it pulling back on it. Well, we see the guy in the middle pull back and let go. We're not sure what they launched but they all starting screaming after whatever they launched hit something. We can now tell they're launching water balloons.  Now they're ready to launch another one. We see them loading the water balloon into the slingshot and they are actually pointed in our direction. We're not too worried because in between their house and our house are 2 small apartment buildings and a halfway house for women. (Basically, really dirty women that have been convicted of lesser crimes such as shoplifting and writing bad checks. Also, date material for some guys in our fraternity house if they were allowed to bring their parole officers) which is right next store to our house. We're talking about almost a block away. Pretty far. The next thing you know, They have launched another water balloon and it's coming right at our house. As this projectile gets closer to us, I yell "INCOMING". Then as if  it had a Military Guidance System on it, the water balloon hits me directly on top of my head. BOOMMM!!! This water balloon explodes on my head. This thing felt like a pineapple made of cement. I can't believe that not only did it not knock me down but that it didn't knock me out. I did get my bell rung and was more than a bit dizzy. My buddies are laughing so hard that I think they were peeing on themselves. The Hitler Youth at the other fraternity house were cheering and screaming not really concerned that they probably could've been charged with attempted murder. I have to admit, if someone else would have been nailed in the head with a water balloon from a block away, I would have laughed my ass off too.