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Topic: Sport or Fitness (02/15/07)
TITLE: Volleyball in the face.
By CeCe Lane
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There is something about hearing your name screamed as though it has 27 syllables that will snap you back to the reality at hand. I would turn, just in time to have a volleyball bounce off my nose.
For years I had dreamed of playing sports. I longed for it. I yearned after it. I was hungry to be an athlete. I knew I could play sports, I could succeed at any sport I wanted to try. I just knew it.
Unfortunately for me, I lacked one major attribute to accomplish this goal. I lacked talent.
In the playground hierarchy I was picked last when we play kick ball or baseball or any sport during recess. I was dead last. I find it funny to read of others who found themselves in the same predicament. If we were all being picked last, who was ever picked first? I have yet to read a book written by someone who was picked first. Anyway I digress.
Maybe it was because I wanted to be good at something, anything I didn’t care what. But I still lacked the ever-illusive quality of talent.
I tried playing basketball. That was a huge joke. I was short, very short. The only way I could make a basket was to stand underneath the basket and throw the ball directly up. Because what goes up must come down…and it did right through the basket. I wasn’t often asked to play. Okay I was never asked to play. Because I had no talent.
I then set my sights on volleyball. Surely this “girl” sport was one I could do well. I mean I am a girl after all, how hard can it possibly be? A lot harder than I thought, let me tell you. This time I was fortunate. My school was small enough they had to have me to make a volleyball team, I was in without even trying.
I had so much trouble serving the ball; my coach had me practice every day serving on the back wall of the school building. I tried and tried to serve it the right way. Finally I managed to succeed.
The first time I served the ball and it made it over the net, there was great rejoicing on my side of the net. My team members rejoiced. My coach rejoiced. Even I rejoiced.
Then they wanted me to do it again. You see I had served the ball over the net…barely. It dropped right on the other side of the net. I have yet to be able to duplicate it.
I went on to play volleyball throughout my junior high years and some of my high school years.
I started to notice a trend though shortly after graduating from high school. I tended to find it much more enjoyable to talk with others play or watching the game then I did playing it myself. How did I discover this?
It wasn’t hard really, you get hit in the face with the ball often enough you eventually put two and two together.
So now I sit on the sidelines and talk to my hearts content and do not have the ball unnecessarily meet my face. Life is much better this way.
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