falling on my ass

Last night, the gym where my church had its volleyball league was available, so the organizer invited everyone to come out and play. I played with some people I had never met before. That was a mistake. They were league players and I was the weakest link. They were nice and tried to get me involved, but I was out of my element. I ran into two people. How did that happen? I never run into people! and now twice in one night.

Well, during the first game with this group, one guy says he's setting 5-1. I had no idea what that meant. I thought he was going to set the ball 5' high and 1' off the net. During the church league, we had been playing center set, meaning the person in the front middle sets the ball, so everyone gets a chance to set. So when I rotate to the front center, I go to set the ball and run into this guy as he goes to set the ball. What the? He says we're playing 5-1, meaning there is one all-time setter who stands to the right and everyone else hits (spikes). This opens up the front to build a stronger offense. It makes sense, but center set is all I've ever played and I feel awkward in this new format.

In our second game, we're back to center set. The ball comes straight toward me and the setter calls out my name. I assume he wants me to set the ball, so I go to set and run into him as he goes to set the ball. He's a lot bigger than I am, so I bounce off of him and fall on my butt. Apparently, he called out my name to tell me he was setting to me. Ahhhhh!! I was okay, but a little sore today. It could have been worse. I could have landed on my wrists.

After these games, I sat on the bench minding my own business when a bunch of people called out my name. They needed a sub for this girl who got injured. I looked around and there was no one else on the bench. Oh great, I have to play with these people again? Everyone was nice, but it was discouraging all the same. I hate volleyball.