03 Feb so that’s why they call it volleyball.
We’re sitting (well, standing, really) there watching Helen’s team play madly for the last few points. They’re down, but really really don’t want to lose. And you can tell. They scramble madly for the ball, doing everything they possibly can to keep it up and get it over. Our heads whip back and forth and the tension is palpable. I turn to Ed, and I say, it may be their first tournament, but they really are good at volleying that ball. And I decide that the sport is aptly named.
The girls always giggled at the required wave-to-your-parents before each game.
Oh yeah. They are super hard core.
Helen is tall, so she does very well at the front, defense, jump really high position. I’m sure there’s a proper name for it, but I don’t know what it is.
Alex enjoyed watching the games, but I think he liked sliding around on the slick floors even more.
They did end up losing, but they played hard and learned lots.
And the most fun part of the day? The surprise flash mob that all of the Memphis teams put together, for breast cancer awareness. It was my first time witnessing a real-life flash mob.
Even Elvis made an appearance.
Here’s to properly named sports in general, and volleyball in particular. And flash mobs. And Elvis. Cheers!