Bump. Set. Spike.

When the idea started circulating this year of a creating a co-ed volleyball team I was immediately hit with a series of highschool flashbacks.

Making the honour roll. Making up cheerleading dances. Making amazing lifelong friends. Making out with my grade 12 history tutor.

One thing I did not make was the highschool volleyball team.

My best friend Jay and I have always been pretty similar in our athletic abilities and also quite similar in our desire to own and proudly wear a team hoodie.

So we tried out for the school's volleyball team.

We may not have been the most athletic duo of misfits, but we sure knew how to swing and hit a curve ball.

We didn't make the A team? No problem, we'll just try out for the B team.

Didn't make the B team? No sweat, we'll just try out for the C team.

The C team doesn't exist? Does now.

Thanks to Jay's popularity and gift of the gab, she was able to wrangle up a whole team of girls that were chomping at the bit to show off their bumps, sets, and spikes.

Only there were a couple more curve balls heading our way. Hey batter, batter!

'We have no uniforms for you.'

The 1970's cheerleading costumes will suffice.

'We don't have budget to order you team hoodies.'

Nothing a trip to Bootlegger and a couple cans of PuffPaint can't fix.

'There are no teams for you to play aside from the elementary schools.'

Bring it on brats.

So how did we do?

Well, if you're looking for the truth, I will tell you that we lost about 90% of our games. If you're looking for a lie, you can consult my high school year book and read my list of 'accomplishments'.

Times have changed though, and I was looking forward to spending time with my friends being active and without all the awkwardness and insecurity that highschool provided.

Of course, there are a whole other set of problems now.

Like being too stressed to remember to bring Jay's running shoes to the game, forcing her to play in slip on boat shoes. Like running into one of your male team mates at the bar and telling him you have a crush on him and then acting like it never happened at the next game. Like trusting your depth perception when running for the ball only to get smacked in the face. Like pretending that your face doesn't feel like it got hit by a semitruck so that you appear somewhat tough in front of your crush.

And of course, some things never change.

Like not having enough budget for team hoodies. Like losing 90% of our games. Like loving every minute of getting to hang out with your friends.

I'll take that as a win.

Ace.