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It was
a thing of beauty. The opposing volleyball player who had just
delivered the serve dove uselessly to the floor in a gallant attempt
to reach it. The blocker opposite me backpedaled, leaped high
reaching for the ball but not quite touching it as it passed over his
head. The player in the center of the court also made a desperate
lunge for it to no avail. The ball landed just a little inside the
line marking the edge of the court. A beautiful side out in our
favour.
Just
before that play. Two of my friends were on the sidelines razzing me
about my flashy metallic blue gym shorts. I'll admit they got to me
and I was busy jawing back at them. I wasn't even paying attention to
the game anymore. Seeing that I was distracted the server fired the
ball right at me.
“Pico!
The ball!”
I spun
dropping into a ready stance just in time for the ball to hit me
right in the forehead. Nobody on the other team was expecting it come
back. My friends rolled on the floor laughing. When they regained
their composure they told me my facial expression while I made the
play was the best part, at which point they lost it again.
Those
were a great pair of shorts.
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