It was ridiculous. The kid had zero technique, of course, and just chucked the ball between his legs or over his head like a shotput. Nailed the pallino practically every time. He'd bank off the wooden side walls. It was outta control.
Believe me, though -- this wouldn't have been nearly as fun of a bocce outing if not for the five-year-old ringer. We had to play on an indoor court because it was dumping rain like a biblical flood out here.