So this weekend on Saturday, I will be playing in the Annual Top Gun Volleyball Tournament down in Neuport Beach (is it ‘Neuport’ or ‘Newport’? does it matter?). I know that shennanigan’s will ensue, either at the tourney or at the “Officer’s Party” afterwards.
I’ll update this post this weekend with the outcome, hopefully the pattern won’t be full and there will be points for second place.
Update: Our team, ‘Trough Gun’ went 0-4. The level of competition has escalated in the past years; the Maverick division 6-man teams (of which we were 1 of 14) had various levels of sportsmanship (i.e. inverse ratio of drinking ability to seriousness) and teamwork (i.e. multiple blockers, short sets, outsite calls, back sets, and various other indoor club team abilities). Our team, wrapped only in our towels (with our dog tags!) and talking about the hard-deck on our gym bench (from ikea) did hit the booze early, and retired to the showers before the playoffs because of the four of us, only two played college volleyball. I guess you needed all six. The rally scoring to 17 wasn’t helping either: games lasted about 8 minutes each.
Highlights tho when we threw our dogtags into the ocean to remind ourselves about our
fallen comrades, and how things could have been different if we weren’t projected into a flat spin on takeoff.
The surf was good though even with the sticky redtide.