I took Maxine to see her friends play their last JV volleyball game of the season this evening. I thought it would be nice to support them and see some friends at the same time. Well, I have to say that I really enjoyed myself.
These girls do not mess around. It is a very fast-paced game, and they can dole out some smackdowns. They play the best out of three sets, and the set ends when one team reaches 25 points. If they need to play a third one, they play to 15. They fought hard but were outplayed by the opposing team, losing the first two games.
The varsity game was next. Since it was the last game of the season, they were also honoring the seniors on the team. The MC read the bios they had each prepared as they were escorted, one at a time, through the balloon arch and onto the court by their parents. One girl was escorted by her entire family: mom, dad, two brothers, and a sister. I recognized two of them from the neighborhood playgroup days when Edwin was a toddler.
After both teams warmed up and one of the senior players sang a beautiful rendition of the national anthem, it was on. While I was impressed by the JV teams, the varsity teams blew my mind. The power of the smackdown! The lunges they made, often in successful attempts to keep the ball alive!
Maxine and I agreed to leave after the first set, but I was torn. Our team won 25-21 and the stands were hopping. I had spotted a few former students and chatted with one who is now on the freshman team. Parents were ringing cowbells and shaking green poms, and students were chanting and stomping their feet.
I will definitely be back next year.
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