Catching up on Scott Adams' RSS feed after vacation:
There are few things in life less fun than a pickup game of volleyball.My recent vacation might be one of the few things, though. Hmm. If I had to relive it, or play a pointless, demoralizing game of Pickup Volleyball ... yikes. Volleyball wins. He goes on to say:
It always seems like a good idea at the time. You imagine yourself and a few athletic friends passing, spiking, and diving to dig out great shots, as the ball almost magically never hits the ground. What actually happens looks like something from a movie where a virus has turned everyone on earth into spastic zombies. You watch in horror as grandma on her motorized scooter joins your side, along with two toddlers, a drunk, and a woman whose hands are apparently made of bubble wrap. And your team is the good one. What follows is a whole lot of people acting surprised they can’t punch an inflated ball in any directions but downward and backwards. Meanwhile your youth slowly drains away.
In flattering contrast, I'm only few weeks older than I was when I innocently, hopefully, and happily left for vacay, and it doesn't show hardly at all. Ugh, and sigh. Today is one of the so-so days.
