Justice served

The shot of the night at last night's volleyball game belonged to Firecracker, who filled in for a missing teammate. While she hasn't played volleyball in a long time, Firecracker did just fine (especially since she was coming straight from her tennis class...okay, we stopped at a bar before the game, but that's another matter).

In a common miscue for our team, she shanked a serve receive onto the neighboring court, hitting another player in the back of the neck. The neighboring player was clad in not only black elbow pads, but a black sweatband and black GLOVES!!! He wasn't hurt, but you'd think he was shot by a rifle the way his body shook from the impact.

My team fell over themselves laughing at this goofball. In past games against his team, my gang realized that he takes his volleyball a bit TOO seriously and was the perfect target for our rookie ringer to hit.

If not for the fact that Firecracker injured her wrist with the double shot of sports activity last night, it would've been the perfect warmup to our Spring Training trip which begins TOMORROW!!!!

Okay, so she'll have to drink her beer left-handed...