Monday, May 31, 2010

Da Volleyball Game!


Since 2004, several of my friends, co-workers, their families, etc. have met at one of my friend's house in the East Oak Lane section of Philadelphia on the Sunday before Memorial Day for a cookout. My friend has a huge yard with a swimming pool and a volleyball court. This volleyball court has sparked a "friendly" but very serious volleyball game between the males and females over the years.

The game is played once a year and the winner has bragging and humiliating rights up until the next year. This game is played by serious contendors only... no kids and no drunks (okay, well maybe a few drunks). At any rate, I'm sad to say that my team (the men) have lost to the women for the past three years and, as I write this, I'm sitting here with a hurt ankle, a knee that needs to be iced, and a pain in my hip. If my team had won, I wouldn't feel so bad.

We lost the game 15-8, which is better than the year-before-last when we lost 15-2. What can I say? I suppose women (between the ages of 48-52) are in better shape than men in the same age bracket! I think next year, I'm going to just coach and bring in some slightly younger men. What do you think?

Enjoy your Memorial Day folks!

11 comments:

Toni said...

Poor baby, LOL!

Angie B. said...

Hope you heal up Keith...ROTFLMAO!

Sean said...

Coaching and bringing in younger guys is a great strategy fam!

Jazzy said...

ROTFLMAO! Enjoy your day Fam!

Captain Jack said...

Here Here for younger men!

Brenda said...

I second Captain Jack, but probably not for the same reason..lol!

Brenda said...

Then again..I guess it is for the same reason!LOL!

Cheryl said...

These comments are crazy...LOL Have a nice restful day Keith!

Lisa said...

Women Rule!lol!

Vanessa said...

Just face it Keith..The women you play against just have you guys's number!

Halo! said...

Keith, Coach next year and bring in some guys that can play...Doesn't matter their age.




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