I Fought the Ball and . . . (Sung to the Clash's version of the famous, "I Fought the Law . . ." tune)

I won!  . . .  well, kinda.Let me back up a bit.  This isn’t about vacation anymore (I’m not done yet) but live action living has taken over with something worth blogging about.

We’ve been playing a bit short handed with our Saturday volleyball matches because several of our regular players decided to go on vacation at the same time.  Fortunately we have a couple of new folks who have picked up the slack a bit, but yesterday we were playing a bit short-handed, 2 v 3, which meant a lot more running around. 

Well, at one point, Brian mis-hit a set way behind Ethan.  Ethan, tracked it down and hit it, back towards the net, way up in the air.  I was in the back of the court and suddenly realized that the ball was going to come down on our side of the net . . . maybe.  Our person at the net didn’t have a good view of it, so he was standing there not moving.  So I sprinted as fast as I could in the sand and kept up, right as the ball was approaching the net coming down barely on our side.  I got a finger on it, literally, a finger on it - enough for it to dink on their side - our point!

However . . .

It was a case of win the battle, lose the war.  OUCH that hurt!  Guess I’ll be paying the doc a visit tomorrow!