(I’m a little sweaty. It was 104 degrees with a heat index of 155.)
I had my first experience with coed sports last night as a sub for a four-on-four beach volleyball game.
Now, there was a time, over 20 years ago, where I was a pretty hard-core, kick-butt volleyball player. I’m not boasting. It’s just the fact. Heck, I was honorable mention for all-state setter circa 1988. That’s gotta count for something. Right?
Wrong.
Because last night, I wasn’t able to exhibit any of my master setting skills, for that matter, any of my hitting skills at all, period.
Wanna know why?
The men.
The rule here is that a girl on the team only has to hit the ball two times in three plays. And our team (the men) took that literally.
I stood posed most of the time, ready to execute that perfect bump or set, only to be foiled by these two nameless men on our four-person team.
Let me just say, these men are quite competitive. Take my competitive nature and multiply by eight and you got it.
But, if they would have just let me … just not jumped in front of me on almost every serve that was headed straight for me, then stood still when the ball was clearly theirs, then gazed at me with an evil eye because they thought I should have hit it…. I could have actually aided in a win.
Men … they think they’re so good.
I think I did pretty darn good seeing as I hadn’t even picked up a volleyball in over 20 years.
So, if you only hit the ball, not counting your serve, about eight times in an entire two-game match, then the lose is not really your fault, is it?
Yeah, I might play again next week ’cause I’m that good.
You go girl! I am just HORRIBLE at vb. Kuddos to you for jumping in.
Men . . . they just don't think.
Hurray for you for getting in there and attempting to compete with those testosterone driven creatures!
No . . . I would say you are exempt from fault of losing!
That's so funny, because I just played volleyball last night, too, for the first time in a long time. My husband was my team mate, my partner, whatever you want to call it and he did the same thing. He's run in front of me and hit the ball, then when it was on his side, he'd just stare me down. The best part was when the ball bounced out of bounds, guess who had to run and get it? Yep, me. It was fun nontheless.
I am pretty bad at all team sports…except tennis (singles, though). It's nice to be able to beat my hubby in SOMETHING. 😉
Lets here for the GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!
LOL, oh you cracked me up with this one. I played co-ed soccer before we had Butter and it was similar, girls only had to be on the field, it wasn't like we had to touch the ball…so yeah, the men just took over. It came down to, we'd only send one gal out so when the boys needed a sub it was only girls to sub and that is mostly how we got to PLAY and of course SCORE! hee hee. Good times.
And the plot thickens!