6.17.2008

Doubles...

I reached another volleyball achievement a few weekends ago: I played in my first doubles tournament! (I think it should be worth at least 20 points for my Volleyball Gamerscore...). The tournament was actually held all day on Saturday the weekend before last, which meant it was pretty much the hottest day of the year with plenty of extra humidity. The temperature reached 98 with a heat index of a scorching 105! It was a charity tournament called Side Out for a Cure, which benefited cancer research. You can still donate from our team page.

A little background information. A doubles (or really any) volleyball tournament works like this. Each division divides up into "pools" of 4 to 5 teams. In our case we were in a ten team division that divided up into two pools of 5 teams. Each team plays two games against every other team on that net, and the teams with the two best overall records advance into a bracket style playoff against the other teams in their division.

Did I mention that this was my first time playing doubles ever? Well, the first game was against a pretty good team (they ended up placing first on our net) and I didn't quite have down the differences in strategy for doubles play. There tends to be a lot of open court on doubles, but I kept hitting it right at their best player (not your best strategy). After losing our opening match 17-10 (usually games would be to 21, except the organizers shortened the games due to the excessive heat), we completely turned it around. With a little better strategy and some of our best play of the day we smoked them 17-10.

As the sun burned through the morning fog and haze, it actually felt cooler for a couple of hours due to the drop in humidity. Despite the support of some great friends who endured the ridiculous, (Meghann, Duncan, Traci, Traci's Mom, Cassie, Colleen, Sarah, and Jeremy's tent for some much needed shade) we didn't play our best volleyball and ended up losing both games in our next match. They were a good team, (who incidentally ended up winning our entire division after placing 2nd on our net) but we should have taken the first game (lost 17-15). After that we took turns staying cool, reffing other matches, and winning our last four games. The competition wasn't as good, but we started playing a lot smarter as well.

All in all we finished one game out of the playoffs (third on our net), didn't suffer heat exhaustion, had a couple of celebration beers, and generally had a lot of fun. Really our only causality was that BOTH of Bruce's shoes completely broke on the same play.

Symmetrical action shots courtesy of Colleen:


6.05.2008

A Strange Commute...

I had a rather interesting journey home last night that was noteworthy enough to justify my return to blog entries after my month long hiatus. My tale begins with me spending yet another day working for the man. I've been quite a bit busier recently, so I was actually working just after four o'clock when I got a call from my lovely wife that our two volleyball matches for the night (one at 6:30 and one at 7:30) were canceled. It wasn't too surprising as we had already had a strong storm roll through Arlington complete with close lightning strikes and even a brief power outage. I moseyed down to the metro at my normal time of around 5:15, thankful that I didn't have to go outside in the pouring rain. After passing by the "Escalator Modernization Project" at Clarendon which is apparently an excuse for Metro to rebuild an escalator from scratch, I noticed my first sign that something might be amiss. A train had just let out, as I could see the people streaming up the escalator, but the platform was still extremely full for the Clarendon station. A new train was arriving as I made it to the crowded platform, but luckily I'm pretty adept at metro "sardining," so I was able to squeeze into a car after making a last second decision to avoid the car with parents with two giant strollers. My second clue that this was going to be a strange commute was that the driver soon said "this is the Orange line to East Falls Church." Since I live and park at Vienna, that was going to be a problem. Eventually, I learned that a power line was down between the East and West Falls Church stations, and that Metro was providing a shuttle bus between East and West Falls Church as an alternative. Unfortunately, simple math told me that the metro station would get backed up pretty quickly unless they provided 8-10 buses every five minutes. Did I say backed up? I meant it would turn into a human parking lot.

At about the time I joined the human parking lot I got a call from Sarah. The powers that be un-canceled the volleyball matches, and we were back on. Using my secret talent of being freakishly tall, I was able to see about 1,000 people in a giant mass waiting for the buses. Then, I had a great idea: Trassie lives right next to the East Falls Church station.

What are the chances that I could hang out there or even get a ride to the next Metro stop from Trassie? What's the chance that Cassie got off work early because of the impending storm? What's the chance that I could actually make a phone call because all the people stuck were jamming up cellphone service? Luckily everything fell into place. Cassie was home early from work, had access to a car, and was reasonably sober. After some strategic maneuvering and fence jumping, I was on my way to my personal shuttle...the Mini Cooper. Cassie and I made a fairly quick jaunt to the West Falls Church metro, while Cassie got a good lesson in driving during rush hour when they were a lot of annoyed people on the road. When I finally made it to the train at the West Falls Church station, I had to keep my smile to myself as the other passengers traded war stories of their 3+ hours commute (little did they know of the free Mini shuttle).

I finally got in touch with Sarah as I was driving back home to find that our 6:30 game was off (which I just heard about from Colleen) because the other team couldn't make it in time, but that as far as she knew the 7:30 game was still on. I changed into volleyball gear, grabbed a drink and some snacks and was back on the road in about four minutes flat. It was still raining hard in Vienna, but by the time I got to Chantilly the sky actually looked pretty clear. I pulled into the Dulles Sportplex lot at about 7:20 and headed down to the court.

Can you guess what happens next? Well, first off there is only one other team at any of the three courts (and even they are a player short). I don't think we were scheduled to play them tonight, but we've had so many games canceled, we probably needed to play them anyway. We agree to their proposal to scrimmage to get at least some volleyball in for all our trouble. Once the score is 4-2, a few hard and quick rain drops come down. We all head to leave but then it stops and Bruce convinces us to play on as he can see a sliver of light through the clouds that appears to be coming closer. On the next serve, the heavens open up. It was one of the those rains where you are already soaked in the three seconds in takes to open your umbrella. We give up and decide to head home. The drive home wasn't awful but very slow amongst the giant puddles and many tornado warnings on the radio. I arrived home and figured that I got two things out of the three hours of commuting I'd just finished. Ten minutes of volleyball (that by the end of the season will probably have cost me about $30) and a story to write about. Hope you enjoyed the story :)