I came out alive.
Last night was our first volleyball game of the season, and this time we decided to play in the “A” league — i.e. “competitive”. We’re also playing on Wednesday night instead of Thursday night, which means we have different refs — i.e. not the one who spiked me in the eye.
The good news is that we won the first game by a slim margin. Apparently their hitters were still cold. But the second and third games were a different story. They killed us. Fortunately they didn’t kill ME.
Those guys can really hit — and though we have good hitters, we only come out on top when we block well. Otherwise the balls are literally being spiked in front of the spiking line.
All in all, it’s great fun. I actually broke a sweat. (Could have something to do with the fact that I was at a client event at hip new bar English ahead of time…)
