I'm not a sports fan, but this is fascinating stuff. When "your" team is the youngest team competing, as well as the "newbies" to the tournament world and have not played together as a team before, it's edge-of-the-seat suspense. I wasn't screaming like a 16-yr old, but I was cheering -in a loud, dignified sort of way, of course. (I tried not to embarrass him. However, I believe I was the only mom snapping pictures. The cross my children have to bear.) If we're going to enter the competitive sports world, I'm glad it's volleyball- a game I at least understand.
While I enjoyed watching immensely, I would never have wanted to play! I was never athletic and was mighty relieved when I reached the age where participation in sports was no longer mandatory. In games of this intensity I would be the player cowering with my hands over my head when tall people, like my son, spike the ball! Oh wait, no I wouldn't. I would be the player no one ever ask to play on their team!
This team had to work hard, but they made it into the play-offs.
You go, guys!
That's my boy in the #5!!
On the other hand, this is a new phase for us. I fear this local tournament will open the door for my young man to travel to more tournaments. Umm... I want him to make new friends and broaden his horizons, but he's way too young to find his way to far distant states and back without his momma along, right? Help! I need a scissors! Snip those apron strings quick!
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