My indoor beach volleyball team had its playoffs tonight, and we actually played pretty well, although we got eliminated in the third round.
I finally remembered to take pictures of the courts because I wanted to show you guys how cool it is — it’s an old aircraft hangar that they’ve converted into indoor beach volleyball courts. Cool, right?
Did you notice how no one else has ridiculous homemade team T-shirts except for us? Yeah, believe it or not, that’s not a league requirement — it’s something we did voluntarily and with our own money. It’s also quite hilarious because we made them with super-cheap iron-on letters from JoAnn Fabrics and puffy paint, and most of the iron-ons have fallen off by now, so the Crazy Ballers T-shirts say, like, “RA Y ALLES!” I think that might mean something in French …
We don’t win all our games — or even most of them, really — but every week I am absolutely certain that nobody has more fun than we do.
Oh, and I told Andrew I was going to post this picture I took of his sexy-ass stomach, and I always follow through on my threats. Don’t get too excited, ladies, he has a girlfriend!
