Volleyball time has officially begun! In the last week, I think I've played around a dozen games. And, yes, I am quite sore and rusty after a long winter of inactivity. However, at least one of the volleyball players of my acquaintance hasn't seem to rust with inaction!
I and the group I usually play with were happily minding our own business and having a
quiet, friendly game last week when a freelancer from the Albuquerque Journal showed up. Supposedly, she saw us from the road and wanted to shoot a photo of us. Apparently, our volleyball game was the perfect topic for a spring break theme.
Needless to say, we immediately began playing very, ahem, poorly. (There's just nothing like hitting a flying ball under pressure!) The freelancer didn't seem to mind, however - and voila! Photos were taken and she singled out a member of the players for a brief interview.
So there you have it! Our small volleyball team has just become official. We proudly introduce the Institute for Higher Education's home team. Unfortunately we're still nameless. With all this free publicity, we really should come up with a title for ourselves!
How about the Courtly Champions? (Sorry, couldn't resist the play on words. Not so good?) Or maybe the Desert Sand Spartans? Well, I give up. Leave a suggestion - maybe you have a better one!
Until next time, I leave you with my volleyball war-cry - "For Caramel Mochiattos!"