Thursday, May 13, 2004

Last night, I took our beach volleyball team to unprecedented heights of success. It was the first night of the season, and I haven't played in about a zillion years. But of course, I was chosen for the organizer's team for a reason... I'm just short of an olympic-quality athlete.

We lost 3 out of 5 games.

But dammit, we had fun!

Except the part where a psycho guy freaked out when we called him for volleying a serve, which you're not allowed to do. So he goes and asks one of the volunteers and comes back to threaten us with disqualification because the confused volunteer corroborated his erroneous idea about volleying. Well, read the rules. You be the judge.
"Volleying a Serve - A PLAYER MAY NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER VOLLEY A SERVE!!! WE REPEAT, A PLAYER CAN NOT EVER VOLLEY A SERVE UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!!"
Just so much room for interpretation there, I can see why we were arguing the point. Let's not even mention that this is recreational vball.

I mean, I know that I'm overqualified for recreational league, but I try to dumb-down my skill so that no one forces me into advanced.

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