You’re never more impatient than on the first day of practice when all you want to do is skip all these dumb drills that you came up with and scrimmage.
Despite carefully sizing uniforms and shoes, taking notes, tracking orders, there’s one player that ALWAYS gets the wrong thing. Everyone gets white VB shoes, she gets leopard print slides. Everyone’s name is on the back of their jerseys, hers is the name of her aunt.
Pre-season practice is a lot like watching a really good 3-hour movie. You're really excited at the beginning, lose focus somewhere in the middle, and are both relieved and sad when it's over.
Movie Idea: a present-day university athletic department compliance officer is transported back in time during an official visit circa 1984. And we'll call it "Blade Runner" just to annoy people.
I don’t understand how we’re on the verge of eliminating line judges from college volleyball, but still can’t create a ball cart that lasts longer than 5 months.
Abbot & Costello routine, but for VB:
Abbott: Who is in zone one, what’s in six, and I don’t know is in five.
Costello: So I’m serving who in zone one
Abbott: Correct
Costello: What’s correct
Abbott: What’s in six.
Costello: I don’t know.
Abbott: She’s in five.
You're welcome.
Why is it that players wait until you're on an airplane to mention things like "I sneeze uncontrollably on takeoffs" and "I hope that won't be a problem"?