Volleyball Again.

What does this show?

Folding chair, gym bag, crappy rubber tile floor...

Yes, I a

m at a volleyball tournament.

Or I was. We are done for the day.

Sophie played reasonably well. She has a great serve, but doesn't bend her knees enough to get to the low shots. We are considering making her do wall sit drills to build muscle memory (joking). I don't have to worry about it. The coach will make her do those next week.

For some reason, volleyball tourneys bring out my snark factor. For instance. Joan Jett was sitting in front of me.

Her spiky hair was so tall it was hard to see over it.

One of our opposing teams chants loudly and ritualistically every conceivable moment. even while warming up. Nothing like 12 girls standing 5 feet behind you yelling at 100 decibels while you are trying to watch a match. On the other hand, that chanting seems to make them act with Nazi like efficiency while they wipe the floor with their opponents.

I saw a girl who was about 5'9 and was maybe about 100 lbs. of which I believe 5lbs was hair. I have never seen such small thighs on a functioning human. Also her ankles were about 5 inches around.

Oy.

I think my bad attitude comes from having to be up at 6:30am on Saturday morning and out of the house by 7:00 to make an 8:15 warmup.