Watching the staff play the champions of the camp volleyball tournament is my reward to myself for volunteering.  I get to make color commentary against people who are vastly better at the game than I am and get to practice the pre-requisites of Snarkyjerkmanship merit badge.  Normally there is a good clutch of people to bask in the glory of my commentary but the crowd of spectators dispersed quickly and I was one of only three spectators.  The music normally piped over the loudspeakers provided by a YouTube queue had ended and someone said “play some jams”.  I took the mantle of DJ and found a channel I like that does rather good Bach fugues.  This  was booed even though I consider a good horn fugue to be good pick me up so I put together a Glenn Miller list (everyone loves 6-5000) but that was booed too.  I consigned myself that anyone who shouts down “In The Mood” has no taste and put on Alanis Morrisette’s cover of “My Humps” before walking away.
Tag: volleyball
Effort: The Dark Side
During the staff volleyball bananza I was panned for not exerting enough effort to return the ball. I wasn’t being lazy, simply efficient. Getting me, to a point 3 feet in front of me in a period under 1/10 of a second would induce an impulse equivalent to a V-2 rocket so flailing wildly is by far more effective.
After one jibe I decided to show my team-mates the error of their ways. I went after every ball. No matter the direction, number of people in the way, chances of return or risk to person or equipment I went after it. A few minutes of near decapitations, skylight-bound shots, fistballs, and some Braveheart-like cries of fear Nick Gramiccioni pulled me aside saying, “Terry, I’m sorry. I never thought I’d say this to someone but, please stop going after the ball and just stay still.”
Victory!