It’s Friday, and you know what that means — I play league volleyball! Oh, you didn’t know? That’s ok. I forgive you.
I don’t know if your town has one of these, but we have Capt’n Bill’s beach volleyball facility and it rocks my face off. There are several different leagues, seperated by skill level:
‘A’ level: You are damn good. Like, “Holy shit you just spiked a ball in my face” good.
‘B’ level: You are still pretty damn good. Tears after a loss are not uncommon.
‘C’ level: You like to have fun while you play; you may consume a beer or two before or during the game.
‘CC’ level: AKA the Drunk League. You enjoy a beer before, during, and after the game. Victory (or consolation) shots are a matter of course for you.
In case you are new to this blog, I belong in the CC league. Prior to the league, my teammates and I got excited about making team shirts. This is the one I made:
Despite my teammate’s initial excitement, no one else wears our team shirt. I kind of look like a freak.