Has anyone else realized how awesome volleyball is?
No, seriously, have you ever actually thought about it?
I commentated the varsity volleyball game last week, and a switch clicked in my brain while watching: Volleyball friggin’ rocks.
I’ve always been somewhat of a fan of volleyball. I tried a little bit harder in Team Games class when it came time to play it, I’ve always watched beach volleyball during the Olympics, but I never really thought too much into it. But after watching the varsity team last week, I’m hooked.
And I know what you’re thinking: I’m a guy, I just like it for the spandex.
Stop. I’m not just a misogynistic tool, I’m a fan of the game. And here’s why:
1. You don’t have to be good to play.
I look like a dog on ice-skates running around on the court when I play, but that doesn’t mean I’m not the next Misty May. The sheer fact you can just whack a ball over the net and it’s a sport should be enough for you to love the game. What other sport allows you to wail on a ball and propel it towards your opponents nostrils?
2. It’s awesome to watch.
Each time the Lady Lancers scored they erupted with rejoice and eventually had me cheering a little bit, even when I was behind a microphone and deck while anchoring. Each point is so hard fought, with players diving on the ground for a dig or sprinting to keep the ball in play. The fact is, I haven’t seen that much hustle required in a sport in my life, and I’ve got mad respect for volleyball players putting it all on the line, for one point.
3. It’s just awesome.
Now go play some volleyball and come back and tell me it wasn’t stupidly fun.