A Sport for the Ages! (Enjoying Aggressive Volleyball at 60, 70 and Past!)

A Sport for the Ages! (Enjoying Aggressive Volleyball at 60, 70 and Past!)

“Set One” — Lesson One

For seasoned athletes, despite age and a relentless clock, the crucial is to remain the course. There needn’t be an expiration date stamped on the psyche, both self-imposed or by public affirmation. Put one other manner, if one enjoys a wholesome thoughts and physique, if joints nonetheless flex with relative ease and luxury, it is attainable to play till Medicare kicks in, and for a lot of, properly past that venerable age. For its many devotees, it actually is a sport for the ages! The sport of the excessive internet, a remarkably nice, vigorous and aggressive sport, when performed properly, when performed by the foundations. The uninitiated want solely watch school volleyball or skilled seaside or Olympic volleyball.

As an example and to quote an exemplary living proof, Steve and Gigi have performed for ages, since 1974 to be correct. The good recreation continues to eat their disposable leisure time. For them, it is a form of obsession, and one which has continued unabated for greater than 40 years. Now at age 72, Steve, and 68, Gigi, they’re nonetheless in its grip.

Obsession is an apt description. In a manner, all of it started on the bell, a phone bell, and like a present between extremes, it appears at all times to race between foreboding and hopeful anticipation. Spurred by that opening bell, they quickly turned prizefighters fired with ardour, roped in, initially by the thought, however in the long term, consumed by the sport itself, obsessed.

The ringing phone was loud and insistent. Steve refused to maneuver. Obvious with annoyance in her eyes, Gigi put down a guide and walked rapidly, virtually ran to subdue the obnoxious factor.

“Shall I simply get it?” she requested with extravagant sarcasm. “Sure, hullo!”

Steve paid no consideration at first, irritated by the instrument’s persistence, its energy to interrupt.

“Oh, hello John. What? Yeah, we’re each nice, simply hanging out. How’s Joan? That is good.”

Steve’s consideration moved slowly, as did his gaze, to a dialog that was one-sided and cryptic. Her eyes widened. She turned. She paced.

“You suppose we must always do what?” Gigi requested into the instrument, a query wrapped in incredulity, but with a rising degree of pleasure. Enthusiasm appeared to spice up the present operating by means of the wire.

“What,” he mentioned. Who’s that?” The query fell flat as if inaudible, trivial.

“Be part of a league? {Couples}, co-ed. Yeah, I performed a bit of in highschool. Steve? No. I do not suppose so. Perhaps at picnics, or within the yard with household.”

“What did I do within the yard?” he requested. One other feckless query, no reply anticipated or given.

“That sounds simply nice,” Gigi mentioned with rising pleasure. “The place? And it begins in January? That is subsequent month! Yeah, yeah… train, one thing we will do as {couples} with associates. OK, nice! Alright, we’ll discuss on Monday and you’ll tell us the time and schedule.” She hung up the cellphone.

“Was that John O’Connor?” Steve requested. “What had been you speaking about? What league?”

“I simply love the thought,” Gigi replied. “Yeah, it was John. You and I, the O’Connors and the Keegan’s are going to play volleyball in a co-ed league. The six of us. We begin subsequent month. We’ll play at a north aspect faculty. It is close to Sherman on Inexperienced Tree Highway.”

“Wait a minute,” Steve started. “We have by no means performed. We do not know the sport. Have they got strict guidelines? Are the opposite groups within the league skilled, gifted? How are we going to try this?”

“Ach… don’t be concerned,” mentioned Gigi. “I performed in class, and we’ll study. We’ll get higher. It’s going to be nice enjoyable. We’ll have train, time with associates. It’s going to be terrific. I am actually wanting ahead to this. Aren’t you?”

“Volleyball,” he mentioned, a robust notice of apprehension in his tone. “A league,” he continued, a heavy sigh punctuating. And that was the sum complete of any objection or argument he may need supplied in opposition. However, inside the privateness of his ideas, there was this: “I am married for, what, 4 or so months. I am simply getting used to issues. Now I am in a volleyball league. How lengthy will this final. My god, life’s a runaway freight prepare; it strikes alongside manner too quick!”

Regardless of an inauspicious starting, reluctance on the a part of not less than one participant, their volleyball-playing profession, one that will final for 40 years and past, started in 1974.

It was in early September of that 12 months. Six novices appeared on a wood-plank ground on the gymnasium of a north aspect Milwaukee faculty, some nervous, some calm and assured. They lined up, three in entrance and three within the again row. They knew that a lot. The opposition gained the primary service. The ball was a meteor, one thing shot from a cannon. One of many six made contact with the ball, palms up, lifting the volleyball just a few toes skyward. It dropped to the ground, between back and front rows of gamers. Even the ball appeared embarrassed.

A shrill whistle wrenched their collective consideration from the shock of the serve and its feckless receipt to the referee’s ladder of authority. “Unlawful hit,” the referee shouted. She descended, checked out every of the six in flip and requested, “Has any of you ever performed volleyball earlier than?” The query was wound in a thread of astonishment.

“Uh, probably not. I imply, a few of us performed a bit of in highschool, however that was some time in the past.” The reply got here from Gigi.

“Nicely,” the referee started, with a nod of apology to the opposing group, now standing and staring on the neophytes, arms akimbo, a glance of supreme annoyance on their collective expression. “The very first thing you must learn about league volleyball, and the foundations that apply, is that you simply obtain a service together with your arms outstretched like this, palms clasped collectively in some method.” She demonstrated the “passing” method, tossing a volleyball to every in flip in order that they might study the correct arms and palms configuration. “And while you set the ball to your hitter, it’s possible you’ll not catch and throw the ball, however relatively… properly, let me present you.” She demonstrated the “setting” method.

None of them recollects that first outing with any sense of pleasure or satisfaction, as they had been destroyed, unremittingly. They expressed because of that sort and affected person referee, after which to the opposing group members, as they slunk away from the court docket that first, fateful night of league volleyball. They could not have scored a single level, until their opponents made an error. Even that risk is misplaced — most likely by design — to the ingredient of reminiscence that protects one’s fragile psyche.

“Set Two” — The Delivery of “Poet’s Pleasure”

Steve met brothers Mike and Jimmy Keegan at a day camp way back. The 4 of them — two units of younger brothers — had been all shut in age, and an enduring friendship between and amongst them started virtually immediately. Little did they know, then, how volleyball would bond their friendship much more tightly.

At 8:00 PM or so the next day, Thursday, the phone introduced its summons, inserting as at all times to Steve’s ears a tone of urgency, probably fomenting unpleasantness. As typical, he remained unmoved. Gigi raced towards the repulsive instrument. “Hullo.”

Gigi’s audible half of the dialog was as typical provocative, inflicting Steve to put apart a novel. She started, “Hello Mike. They’re? You are kidding. I did not know that. Wow, that is nice. And so they’re prepared to work with us? Oh, that is terrific. When? Saturday! The place?”

“Huh?” Steve requested. A uncommon response, not recognized for laconic discourse.

Returning to the lounge, the echoing “Huh” and Steve, Gigi mentioned, “Jimmy and Carol are wonderful volleyball gamers. They have been taking part in league volleyball for years. That is what Mike known as to inform us.”

“Yeah,” Steve responded. What does that imply for us?”

“They’re prepared to teach us, educate us tips on how to play, tips on how to bump and set. Drills. We’re assembly them at (a west aspect Center College) on Saturday at 11:00 within the morning. The six of us… and Jimmy and Carol after all. That is simply nice!”

Steve mentioned, “Yeah, however… “

“I am calling Joan,” mentioned Gigi, as she walked away from his unheeded starting of a protest, a questioning of any Saturday plans they could have made, obligations. Steve’s mouth remained open, silent and ineffectual, his hand raised, index finger pointing upward, a mime hailing a taxi.

Saturday arrived. Steve and Gigi, having donned shorts and sweat pants, T-shirts and sneakers, motored off to the college, named for a well-known poet. There have been eight gathered on the ground of the “borrowed” gymnasium. They greeted each other. The ladies chatted. The lads had been keen to start “the lesson,” extra so the bodily train portion of “volleyball camp 101.”

Jimmy seized everybody’s consideration with out preamble. In a commanding voice he started, “First let me present you the fitting strategy to bump-pass a volleyball. You may apply this with one another, or towards a wall. It is a fantastic drill. I recommend you do that loads.” He demonstrated. “This is the way you obtain a serve. It is actually necessary to move the ball appropriately to your setter. Bear in mind, all of it begins with the move. I imply, in case you move the ball appropriately to the setter, she, or he, can then set to certainly one of your hitters. For those who do it proper, in case you begin with a very good move, the remainder flows simply. You may rating factors.”

They drilled, and drilled that first day of apply. They handed to at least one one other, handed towards partitions to themselves. For Steve — the wall, a storage roof, the aspect of a constructing, his spouse, Gigi — all turned frequent coaching companions.

Carol was, nonetheless is a wonderful setter. She demonstrated. “Body the volleyball like this.” She set to herself, palms simply above her head, framing, head tilted towards the ceiling. “In a manner you kind of catch the ball utilizing primarily your thumbs, index and center fingers. Bend your knees barely when doing this. Your physique kind of acts like a torsion spring. Your palms and arms — in a single fluid movement — meet the ball and ship it as much as the hitter. No, no,” she coached, reacting to at least one who tried the method poorly. “Flex your wrists like so. They too obtain the ball in a form of spring motion, as if catching and passing in the identical movement.”

The remainder of the novices practiced the method. Drilling and passing and setting to at least one one other, backwards and forwards, again and again. “OK,” mentioned Carol. Let’s attempt to play a recreation. Jimmy and I’ll stand the six of you.”

“What!” mentioned Steve, reacting in shock amazement. That is not truthful.” It was. They murdered the “new children,” the 2 of them, beating them simply, embarrassingly so. “Good god,” Steve mentioned to Gigi and their 4 companions. “They’re actually good. Unbelievable.” Trite, however the one phrases that appeared in a position to escape Steve’s flabbergasted mind. “I imply, holy mom of Henry Wadsworth, they beat hell out of us. Simply the pair of them!”

The apply periods went on for weeks, stretching into months on a succession of Saturdays. They practiced and drilled and practiced some extra. Finally, they, the six novices, started to “get it,” to grasp after which execute the passing, setting and hitting strategies. After which they practiced the overhand serve, or the underhand or sidearm service, and, after all, receipt of service. They practiced “digging” the ball, or receiving and sending aloft a hard-driven serve, or successful, spike or kill, the latter time period now used most generally in volleyball circles, particularly by skilled announcers. All of them actually needed to discover ways to play, the fitting manner — not like “yard” hacks who “carry” the ball or obtain service with feckless, against-the-rules open-handed lifts — however like “actual” volleyball gamers, Olympians and school varsity gamers and seaside volleyball execs. They by no means stopped training and taking part in, till — like so many who’ve fallen in love with the sport — all six had been hopelessly hooked.

The brand new group of six continued to play within the Wednesday evening league, really starting to win matches, not many, however just a few. They realized a great deal of trivia about volleyball, the online and the court docket, its dimensions. The online is about 8-feet excessive, or to be exact, 7′ 11-5/8″ for males, 7′ 4-1/8″ for girls. The court docket is roughly 60-feel lengthy, 30-feet large.

As they started to accumulate talent from hours of apply and drilling, their confidence grew, together with a sure degree of bravado. They determined to call that first group. Due to the educational expertise, and since the college’s title appeared to a few of them remarkably apparent, they dubbed themselves, “Poet’s Pleasure.”

Steve doubted whether or not the namesake would have been proud; extra importantly, they had been pleased with themselves, a satisfaction of lions able to problem rivals and to pursue their quarry relentlessly. They’d turn out to be emboldened, fearless, a band of massive cats, sturdy and proud. The brand new group needed a logo of hard-won talent and dedication, an emblem of collective satisfaction. “Wait! T-shirts! We’ve to have group uniforms,” introduced John with authority.

Quickly that they had group jerseys, inexperienced and white “uniforms” with the newly adopted title emblazoned on left chest place in white lettering. Every had a quantity on the again in eight-inch excessive print, utilizing heat-sealed numerals. They had been magnificently attired for battle. Now they not solely had the coaching, the acquired talent, the chutzpah and coronary heart, that they had the look. Uniforms, unity of objective, precision and a eager sense of momentum, a bravado that lasted till the subsequent time they had been roundly trounced by an opposing group.

The group that vanquished theirs, on one memorable event contained a exceptional oddity. All had been conscious of it, however it was Steve, at all times shiny and observant, who was prepared to offer voice to his group’s collective astonishment. He discretely identified the anomalous particular person. “See that man? His title is Milan, I believe. Are you aware how previous he’s?”

“Uh, no,” John replied. “However he is actually a heckuva lot older than the remainder of us.”

“He is in his mid-forties,” Steve continued.

“Come on,” mentioned John. “I imply, he appears loads older than us, however mid-forties. Can somebody that previous actually nonetheless play league volleyball. I imply, he is their finest participant. He is distinctive. What a hitter!”

“He is about 46,” mentioned Steve. “That is what certainly one of his teammates advised me.”

“Holy jumpin’ up and down,” mentioned John. “That is unbelievable. Do you suppose we’ll nonetheless be able to taking part in volleyball at his age? I imply, that man performs like he is 26, not 46. Good god!”

Steve pulled a quizzical face, shrugged and shook his head. “Who is aware of,” he mentioned, as we each turned to stare at and admire that “previous man,” maybe the most effective participant both of them had ever seen, dwell and in particular person. And he and his group had simply overwhelmed Steve’s group flat, making it look manner too straightforward.

However then, within the following week’s match, “Poet’s Pleasure” rebounded. They regained confidence, momentum and the profitable aspect of the ledger. Such is the up and down, the ebb and circulate of league volleyball play. Win or lose, it did not matter as a lot as taking part in, getting higher, gaining expertise. In the long run, after all, to most who play aggressive sports activities, profitable DOES matter, and in time they started to win championships. And so they gained a lot of them, together with ineffective trophies, ultimately changed by T-shirts, a a lot vaunted and way more fascinating image of volleyball achievement. None of them recalled and even cared in regards to the win / loss document of that first pivotal season. It launched most of them — a few of them — right into a lifelong love affair, an innamorata, a secondary love maybe, however actual, enduring and consuming.

“Set Three” — “Sand and Storm”

Not content material with indoor volleyball, solely, often performed on hardwood courts, the newly shaped group of six determined to enterprise into spring / summer season periods, out of doors court docket play, and ultimately onto the sand of “seaside volleyball,” properly, to be correct, sand volleyball, as most courts obtainable for league play had been — and are more and more at this time — in rear or aspect enclosures of tavern and bar properties. It started within the Summer season of 1975. Gigi was pregnant along with her first youngster.

Amusingly illustrative of her rising ardour for the game, Gigi had requested her pediatrician, “Can I play volleyball with out jeopardizing my child within the first trimester? What in regards to the second? The third? Can I dive onto the court docket for hard-hit spikes?” The physician, whereas even handed in his recommendation, ultimately gave in to Gigis demand for truthful solutions and compromise.

“Simply be cautious,” mentioned Dr. Ken. “Do what your physique tells you to do.” Gigi continued to play till per week earlier than she delivered the couple’s first-born youngster, a daughter. Their teammates purchased their new child daughter a tiny T-shirt. It was inexperienced and white, and printed on the left aspect of the entrance had been the phrases, “Poet’s Pleasure.”

Previous to their devotion to sand-court volleyball, within the spring and summer season seasons of 1975, “Poet’s Pleasure” performed on inexperienced grass and on asphalt-paved metropolis park playground courts. In certainly one of their out of doors park seasons, teammate, John, caught an out-of-bounds hit by the opposition, concurrently shouting, “Time!” They had been locked in a tie, however the timed session was operating brief, and John thought his group may re-group and maybe win that season-ending championship recreation. The factor was, nevertheless, if one contacts a ball hit out of bounds, that’s, any contact of that nature ends in some extent for the opposing group.

“Level,” the referee shouted. The sport and the championship had been misplaced in that occasion. Deflated however ever optimistic, Steve’s group resolved to study by their errors. “There’s at all times subsequent season.” The phrases had been spoken with faint confidence and with out a lot enthusiasm by just a few of the six as they retreated from the court docket, heads bowed and shaking in disbelief.

As summer season surrendered to fall and fall to the invasive chill of winter, the prideful band of ever-improving volleyball combatants performed at quite a lot of venues, highschool and center faculty gymnasiums — together with one which was a part of a non secular order’s amenities in suburban St. Francis — grade faculty gyms, anyplace that was devoted on a weekday night to league play. They even performed in an indoor sand facility, constructed particularly for co-ed group volleyball. Wherever league play and obsession beckoned, they’d benefit from the typical three recreation set, after which restore to a sponsor’s tavern or a sponsoring facility’s bar for post-game drinks and seemingly infinite dialog in regards to the night’s play, groups and the talent, or lack thereof, of particular person gamers. Gamers had been analytical and philosophical, endlessly fascinated. Volleyball turned, if not really “their lives,” not less than a big and key ingredient of these lives. And volleyball — it was Gigi who first noticed the plain — “is like life itself. A metaphor for all times. A microcosm of the human expertise.”

As if calculated to show the assertion, teammates would come and go. Some misplaced curiosity and dropped out of the game. Companions, husbands and wives break up up and ultimately divorced. Fellow gamers with whom Steve and Gigi developed friendships got here and went, moved away or disappeared from their spheres of consciousness.

Personalities in volleyball are as numerous because the groups and particular person gamers themselves. Keen on them as Steve particularly was — actually greater than most — nicknames had been connected to sure gamers and their idiosyncratic behaviors. John, the unique catalyst to start taking part in the grand recreation, was a lefty, turned a wonderful hitter, or grasp of the “kill,” and thus was dubbed, “Captain Southwind.” “Florence of Arabia” was well-known for her dramatic dives onto sand courts in her valiant efforts to dig hard-hit spikes, creating small sand storms as she landed after which rose up triumphantly. “Sasquatch Sam” had enormous toes and was repeatedly imperiling opponents. He would leap, land unceremoniously and repeatedly commit “foot fouls,” typically wounding ankles and toes within the course of, inflicting opposing gamers to howl in ache and concern loud, usually obscene protestations.

“Did you see that?” Somebody would name time and launch a harangue on the referee. “He may need damaged my foot. Did not you see that? Take note of the (expletive deleted) recreation, fer crying out loud!” Referees, just like the gamers themselves, had been typically properly skilled and wonderful, in tune with the sport and its guidelines, or mediocre and sometimes downright inept. Useless, maybe, so as to add, participant protests and complaints would ceaselessly assault the ears of affected person referees, and very often gamers can be cautioned and even threatened with expulsion, at instances ejected from the sport.

Steve and Gigi’s participation has gone on and on, regardless of harm, being pregnant and the proclivities of a fantastic number of teammates and fellow fans. After some 20 years, or so, into their group volleyball expertise, having gained and misplaced their authentic and lots of subsequent teammates, they ultimately reunited with their mentors, their authentic “lecturers,” Jimmy and Carol.

Gigi and Steve encountered Carol at a social operate, maybe at a espresso store, may need been a grocery retailer. “Are you two nonetheless taking part in volleyball?” Carol requested.

Gigi replied. “We’ll play till we’re cannot play any longer.”

“Perhaps ’til we’re useless,” Steve added, aiming for a contact of comedian drama.

“Jimmy and I might like to have you ever two be a part of us, as a group, the 4 of us,” Carol mentioned. “What do you suppose?”

As if a pair of stereo audio system, obnoxious twins doing a gum industrial, they replied virtually in unison, “We might like to. We’re in! The place, when?… “

“Set 4” — 4 A long time and Counting

In Waukesha, Wisconsin in 1994, there was a facility constructed virtually solely for volleyball and the co-ed league play phenomenon that it had turn out to be within the late Eighties, into and all through the last decade of the 90s, and properly past, after all. That nice sports activities advanced was a relatively lengthy drive for the 4 newly reunited teammates, however they’d share the driving responsibility, every couple alternating weeks. They started their “four-pack” expertise shortly after the volleyball venue in Waukesha opened its doorways.

They had been 4 gamers in a six-person league. The middle contained six full volleyball courts; it was and stays a wonderful facility. The flooring had been made from a “forgiving” rubberized materials, straightforward on the knees, straightforward on getting older our bodies diving to dig “kills” delivered by gifted opponents. The four-person group gained, maybe, eight of ten championship rounds in as many seasons or periods of play. The 4 of them had “aged gracefully” into the nice sport. If that they had misplaced a little bit of pace and quickness, they made up for it in “sensible play.” Jimmy was maybe the most effective placement hitter amongst legions of fellow gamers, in actual fact among the many finest many gamers had ever seen, and lots of remarked on it with incredulity. He was the grasp of the “lengthy dink,” a technique of sending the ball to the far reverse aspect or nook of the court docket, an “uncovered” area. Carol and Gigi had been and proceed to be wonderful setters, good occasional hitters and adept at protection, placement and “drop photographs.” Steve was and nonetheless is a reliable defensive and again row participant, and a persistently competent hitter.

Inside a brief span of time throughout its historical past, the volleyball heart in Waukesha added an enclave of sand courts in its “yard,” and the four-person group gained summer-league championships on that venue as properly. They pissed off opponents, many if not most of them half their age on the time. They’d be warming up, passing, setting and spiking the ball to at least one one other as opponents appeared on the court docket. The 4 “extra seasoned” gamers may see, and sometimes hear youthful opponents snickering, commenting with out pretense or disguise.

“My god,” one would start, “look how previous these guys are. Is that their complete group? This may not take lengthy.” And so they’d grin and snicker and chortle into cupped palms.

After the 4 beat their “six-pack” opponents handily, opinions, expressions of shock and post-match banter had been usually remarkably comparable. Too well mannered, on most events, to query ages immediately, they’d invariably ask, “What number of years have you ever guys been taking part in?” Or, “How lengthy have the 4 of you been collectively, I imply, taking part in volleyball as a group?”

And like skilled, getting older warriors, with dignity and aplomb, the 4 would reply their questions respectfully, even paying compliments, as elder states-persons or lecturers may supply to younger college students or callow youths who’ve come into newly acquired data with a way of surprise and astonishment. A secondary intention was to maintain the youthful gamers , motivated and inspired to enhance their abilities.

Gigi is now 68 years previous. Carol has surpassed 70. They’ve a very good pal and fellow volleyball participant, Gene, who’s 70-years-old. Gene is grasp of the “pancake dig,” a technique of diving flat for a spike and getting a hand underneath the ball simply because it reaches the ground, inflicting the ball to pop up, ideally, to the setter. Abie is in his late sixties. Lots of their present, fellow gamers are of their late thirties or early to mid-forties. Many are youthful, twenty-somethings. At 72, Steve says he hopes to play “till I am useless, or very almost there.”

Jimmy and Carol, Steve and Gigi ended their four-person group and league play on the finish of the 2008, maybe it was 2009. It was their remaining sand-court season at a tavern within the industrial coronary heart of Milwaukee’s “River West” neighborhood. That group expertise ended for diverse causes, however all of them nonetheless discuss their “seasons within the solar,” their championships on sand.

Gigi and Steve have not given up the game, not by any stretch, however discovered, not one other league, relatively a “co-ed volleyball recreation program” for adults. This system is sponsored by the a suburban recreation division, an adjunct of the neighborhood’s faculty district. Gigi, Steve and Carol are, so far as they know, the one three energetic gamers amongst their authentic cadre of fellow volleyball devotees. As with heavy sweaters on a warming spring day, they shrug off the admonitions of those that recommend, “You are all nuts for persevering with to play league volleyball at your age.”

Every reply to those that query their sanity is often remarkably comparable: “If I really feel good, if my physique responds to the bodily calls for of volleyball, why ought to I give up taking part in? If I am nonetheless in a position to compete with the youthful gamers, there isn’t any cause to give up. I will play till I am bodily unable to obtain and move, set, dig a hard-hit kill try and hit the ball with some authority over the online… “

Many — the actually seasoned gamers who’re additionally avid spectators — perceive the sport’s finer factors, akin to the fundamental 4-2 serve – obtain system or rotation, or the 5-1 rotation usually present in school volleyball. Their present corps of gamers, nevertheless, eschews the extra subtle techniques and considerations itself, with a simplified dialogue over whether or not to play “heart up” or “heart again,” which means the court docket place of the quantity two participant, again row heart, and that participant’s duty for “kills” or well-placed lengthy photographs. At Steve’s age, at this juncture in his “volleyball profession,” he simply needs to play properly sufficient, skillfully sufficient to offer the opposition a aggressive contest.

On his seventieth birthday, he performed in his typical Monday evening volleyball session. Many fellow gamers famous that Gigi executed a spectacular dive to dig the opposition’s kill, Carol hit the ground with a dig and a roll. Each regained their toes in time for the subsequent play. They’re 68 and 71 respectively. Exceptional! On that very event, a bunch of younger spectators witnessed the sport. With shocked appears, their palms flew to their faces. “Are you OK? Are you damage?” Gigi is nearly offended by such reactions to her “ground dives.”

“I would not be taking part in aggressive volleyball if I could not dive for a kill,” she says in response.

As for Steve, he dove, rolled, scored just a few kills himself, dug numerous tried kills, served just a few aces and in any other case performed a decent recreation. His teammates feted Steve with a cheerful birthday music, a card and, after all, cake, do-it-yourself cake, adorned in a volleyball motif. “What an ideal manner,” he remarked, “to realize entry by means of the septuagenarian gate.” Steve has at all times been relatively poetic.

After passing by means of that gate and taking part in rigorous volleyball for 2 strong hours on a Monday night — a session that begins after 7:45 PM! — he strutted like a proud younger rooster out to the highschool’s parking zone and into his automobile for the drive residence. However shortly after climbing in, out of sight and earshot of his fellows and driving homeward, he groaned from the aches and pains of the session’s fight, then as quickly as he hit the door of his residence and was in a position to wrestle the cap off the bottle, swallowed three ibuprofen! A weekly and fairly needed ritual.

In some ways, volleyball is its personal ritual, a form of faith to these nonetheless obsessed, even after 40 years. Via it and their historical past as avid contributors — not solely as gamers however as spectators of faculty, seaside and Olympic volleyball — Steve and Gigi have loved its numerous levels of evolution, made lasting friendships, reveled in its society and its camaraderie and benefitted enormously from its health-enhancing, vigorous train. Give up? Not but. their new objective, they state emphatically, is to play till Gigi reaches age 70. “After that, who can say? Eighty? Eighty-five? Keep tuned. Perhaps we’ll begin a weblog, maybe movie a documentary,” says Steve. The obsession continues to carry and enthrall, and can, the 2 insist, “till one thing surprising comes alongside and breaks the spell.”

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