So as part of my new "healthy living initiative" (more on that later) last night I went to the open gym for gay volleyball. My friends Jeff & Zach play and I met a lot of people at their BBQ who also play so off I went. I learned a few things last night:
(1) Volleyball has changed quite a bit since I last played years and years ago. Either that no one I ever played with was very serious about it. Or both. (2) These gay boys are SERIOUS about it. I spent most of the night trying to figure out where to stand (mostly out of the way) and trying not to hurt myself too badly. (3) My body at 38 is considerably less forgiving than it was at 22.
I wasn't very good, to say the least, and I have a floor-burned elbow and two very sore knees. However, they at least pretended to want me to come back so I guess it wasn't all bad. Oh, and you get to drink margaritas afterwards.
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