(And they were creamed, by the way. Fourteen games and didn't win a single one :( A caveat, though: their team is mostly 16-year-olds competing in the 18's league. Inexperience and sloppy reflexes cost you when you're playing against well-oiled Amazons.)
Anyways, a scout from NAU was there, checking out my sister. Wait. I mean... Well, you all know what I mean...:)
He taped her as she warmed up, watched her pound the ball on the ten foot line, and kept taking out his stylus and Blackberry. Of course, as a spectator to the courageous battle against volleyball dismemberment, it did cross my mind that no matter how good each player was individually, nobody showed to the best advantage on a team that was still learning to trust and compete. So when Karis called this afternoon to tell me she had received an offer to train with the team freshman year, it was a gleeful surprise.
I can't wait to watch her become an awesome volleyball player. Not that I don't think her awesome now (and trust me, I never let bias into my opinions), but I can't wait to see how good college coaching and weight regimens will make her. On second thought, I won't be able to beat her up anymore. I keep seeing visions of a ripped Karis sauntering into the room, tearing the cheesecake out of the feeble hands of a flabby Kaylee.
Oh well. I guess we all have to make sacrifices for the team. Or...maybe...I could start working out so I would be better able to defend my right to the pursuit of dessert happiness. Now how's THAT for motivation!