“All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die” …. and we did.
For one brief shinning moment we played volleyball on a little sand lot called La Jolla Beach in Toledo, O-H-I-O.
The glacier melted, the lake evaporated, they ran the Indians off, the swamp dissipated, and the volleyball nets went up. We drank Budweiser, Jagermeister, danced on the tables. We took off our shoes, killed many mosquitoes, magnified our skills, lied to our enemies, cajoled our friends, never inhaled, blasted the jukebox, hung on the nets, bullied the refs, stepped on our opponents, never lost a match, won tons of t-shirts, pooped in our pants, burned our epidermis, showered with friends, fell in love, and put sand in every crack, crevice and crotch. We tapped our fingers. did high fives, low fives, and when no one was looking we ….. We howled at the moon and mooned our competition. Lost scores, of shirts, socks, hats, keys, sunglasses, you had it we lost it. We wrinkled, moaned, and almost died. We pissed off our friends that could not relate.
We never had so much fun. But all good things must come to and end, and in the end “the love you take is equal to the love you make”. Did I mention we loved to play volleyball?
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