Sand volleyball

It's almost July already, which means summer is almost halfway over, and last night was the first time I had the opportunity to play sand volleyball this year. It's sad, I know. I was a little rusty, but I did all right. I fulfilled the obligatory facets of my game: I had one amazing shot that I'll never be able to make again, one hit that somehow went out of bounds even though I thought I had it lined up just right, and one dive into the sand to elicit a "good hustle" from my teammates. That sums up a standard game for me. Perhaps the best part of playing volleyball is that with my limited height, any halfway-decent play I make at the net is applauded as a remarkable effort. This is good for remedying any insufficiency I feel about my contribution to the team as "the short guy". Hopefully I'll be able to get out there again before too long. How cool would it be to just put a sand volleyball court in your backyard? There's less mowing to do, and your house would be the coolest one on the block. . .