Volleyball

Martin and I had our first real volleyball games that counted yesterday. I thought there was a chance and Martin agreed that we might go undefeated in the season as we both played pretty bad last time and still smoked the other team 3-0. I hadn't counted on a bunch of newbies showing up to the real game and sucking. We got crushed pretty bad in the first 2 games and barely squeaked out a 15-14 win in the last one in which we were given a free point cause their girl hurt herself and couldn't play. The league is coed and kinda goofy and has penalties if you don't have enough girls which I feel like a scumbag enforcing. I hate getting free points and serves cause it makes any win feel undeserved.

Martin and I played much better this time. I didn't put everything away like I should but I didn't have any horrible errors or hit anything into the net or out. Martin only had a couple of goofy hits but as a whole did well. We had one stretch where he and I were both on the front line and we had 6 spikes in a row for points. Then the other team got wise and hit it to the back row and ended our streak. I think overall we did better as a team but the team we were playing was much better than the previous week's. Also they only had one girl.

I thought for a little while they had two. They had this one tall, blond, German looking character of dubious gender running around that I immediately dubbed "Helga" and Martin later dubbed "Pre-Op Jimmy". After the games at Brother Jimmy's we somehow got into a faked role playing bit where Martin had to call his dad and tell him he got beat by a tranny. It went something like this here:



Martin: Hello? Dad?
Dad: Mawtin, great to hear from you boy. How you been?
Martin: Pretty good. I just got back from my volleyball match.
Dad: Oh? How did that go for ya?
Martin: Not so great, we got pounded pretty bad. They had this one shemale thing that was spiking all over the place.
Dad: ....You got beaten ...by a transexual?
Martin: Well, that just one of the team members, there were others playing well too.
Dad: ...Wa...Was it pre-op....or post-op?
Martin: Well...pre-op we think...but we didn't do a whole medical exam thing it ...coulda been...post.
Martin:....em....Dad?
Dad: (DailTooooooooooooooooooooooooooooone).