Growing up, my mother had a friend named Lucretia. Pretty sweet name, huh? What’s even cooler is that she lived out on Star Trek lane. That’s no joke. Her husband owns a auto repair place and I don’t know what she does now or what she did then. One thing’s for sure though, my mom and her met when they played league volleyball together.
Back in the day, everyone had a Nintendo, it was really one of the only ways us kids could bond with the old folks. Lucretia, league volleyball player, and her husband, head mechanic, owned one. And to my knowledge, 1987’s Volleyball was the only game they had. It was a predictable choice and I’m not sure if either one ever played it, but when adults have a Nintendo around with games they hand-picked, us kids would take that as an olive branch and would play their Nintendo as a gesture of good will. I must have played Volleyball ten times and I don’t think I ever learned how to spike the ball. I’d bump, set, and then do some weird thing that would send the ball sailing high into the air. Sometimes the computer would give me a mercy bounce, but most of the time they would pulverize the ball into my face and make Team USA look like a bunch of rejects.
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