Volleybrawl

I've learned something about myself in the past few years.

I don't really have a competitive bone in my body, until I step onto the court or playing field for any sport. Then my passion takes over, and I become a turbo bitch.

I recently played volleyball for my alumni high school reunion. The team that I organized, ended up being very good. Of 9 teams, we were the oldest, and we lost in the finals. We did pretty damn awesome for having 10 years on the rest of the players. I REALLLYYY enjoyed this tournament because the caliber was perfect.

When you are in elementary school, you learn the following:

bump set spike
bump set spike

Not a hard concept.

Unless, of course, you are a player on my current team. I joined an intermediate level league, and the caliber is horrendously bad. So much so, that I find myself being more frustrated than not. I can't have a good time, because half of the people can't even volley or bump a friggin' ball. It's called the RECREATIONAL group, people. RECREATIONAL.

Why is it that people can't assess their own skills to know what level they should play at? Everyone tends to assume they are better than they truly are. Frustrating. I'm all for self confidence, but seriously. You suck.

There is this idiot on my team that thinks he is Mr. Wonderful, yet all he continues to do, is blast the stupid ball over the net. It doesn't matter if it's on the first hit, or the second hit. Even when I bump to him off the serve to set the ball, he will just zing it over. This guy sucks the big bag.

If the team was making 3 hits before the ball went over, I wouldn't have a problem with losing. I DO, however, have a problem with losing when people don't move for the ball, or they hog the ball, or they lift, palm, or carry it. It's embarrassing, really. Unfortunately, when this is going on, I turn into silent, angry athlete.

I go home frustrated every week. When I suggest to the team to actually call our lifts or call the palmed balls, they look at me like I am on crack. I would rather call a lift, than to see it actually fall onto the other side of the court and grant us a point. That would be like someone stealing a car. Yes, it may be nice, but it wasn't earned. One girl that is on my team is very good, so I think I will recruit her for an advanced team next season. I am done with "intermediate" level of play. What a waste of $90, let me tell ya. A hard earned ninety dollars (see post below).

My outlet for stress and frustration is sports. When that isn't accommodated, and instead contributes to more of it....I want to pull my hair out. I want to punch walls.

Next season, competitive sports. I am done with the pansies. I am done with the dumb asses. Bring on the skill baby.

It's time to get serious.