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January 17, 2006 - 3:32 PM by David Brinn

Had a big Friday. My daughter’s junior high school hosted their second annual ‘Family Volleyball Tournament.’ Each team consists of a student and two family members of her choice.

In our case, I was the tallest in the family, so I was in without even a tryout. And rounding out the team was our 11-year-old son, a budding volleyball player himself.

Unfortunately, this was the same lineup we fielded last year, when we got severely trounced and didn’t make it past the first round of games.
Seems that unlike our habit of sticking to the nuclear family, some of the kids decided to bolster the troops by bringing in their 20-year-old, 6′ 2″ cousins straight out of a special military conditioning course. And the third players were equally tall and just as intimidating.

So much for a friendly, family game.

The night before, Sarit, Koby and I did a little practicing, trying to fine tune some fancy passing and teamwork. But on game day, just like last year, the big kids came out to play. And even though we improved with every game, we didn’t make the win column.

At least this year, Sarit talked to us afterwards, unlike last year when her sense of competitiveness got the better of her. And she’s learning. She’s already making plans for her 6′ 4″ basketball playing American cousin to fly in next year for the tournament.

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