I have a love hate relationship with volleyball. I love it, it hates me.
It's funny I signed up for the company volleyball league when the only thing I'm really good at is making one bad miss after another during the crucial parts of the game. It's as if the balls destined to end up on the wrong side of the court, under the net, or the head of a poor by stander direct themselves to me. ;p
What makes things worse is I don't suffer alone for every lost point. Every missed ball makes me want to wish the tectonic plates would shift and the resulting huge crack on the earth's surface would swallow me alive just so I could escape the part where I have to apologize to my team for sucking.
"Sorry. The ball wasn't paying attention."
"The net got in the way!" *shrugs*
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reading : ReadyMade Oct/Nov'07 ish
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