It all started with a phone call. On old friend of mine - by old I mean I have just known her forever - calls and asks if I want to play indoor volleyball. Without thinking I say sure.
This doesn't sound bad right? wrong! I haven't participated in any team sports for 1 year and 7 months, for some people (those who have actual ball sense) going out onto a sports field is a boring day in front of the TV.
There I was, breaking into a sweat (okay that isn't abnormal but I prefer to say I glow instead of sweat), my stomach literally goes into knots and I feel nauseous.
The reason for this breakdown in my Psyche is simple. I do not have coordination, it is that simple. Ball sense is as foreign to me as an English fly landing in French soup. I was that Kid at school - the Kid who was picked last at games. I tried, I really did. #insert sad music here please. When I played softball my position was "right out" this is a real position.
Getting back to my story, by the end of the day I was feeling sick, my nerves where finished. In case you thought I was over exagerating at my ball skills or lack thereof my "lovely" old friend tells the other newby's who are helping out her team not to worry cos I am playing.
When it gets to my turn to serve the ball no matter where I stand behind the line, the ball manages to deflect to the right in a banana-shaped way. When it came to playing, one of the most memorable moments was when the ball came straight at me and somehow I managed it to guide it along - straight into my face. How do I do it you may ask, but I am really gifted that way, the way to make an arse of myself. At this point in my "feel-good-Hollywood-movie" the underdog/token player saves the day sadly I am more of a Reality Show person. I actually did manage to touch the ball and even get it over the net, the rest of the game was relatively drama free but filled with so much laughing.
What a jol.
I really don't mind being the fill in player so feel free to ask me to help out when you are a player short I love to try new things. That's how I roll.
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