Notes From The Sidelines

  When I''m standing along the sidlines at my volleyball game, those are the moments when i think about my life. I always feel more like a coach than a player. I'm not very good, so I only go into the game when Coach Molly knows we're going to win or we're going to lose. I motivate the rest of the team, but I just don't feel like I belong there. But when I'm waiting for that moment when the referee says  "Substitution on Surge: 36 for 6" I have a moment to think about things that actually matter.
    The question that pops into my head as soon as we slap hands is why would we fill up a huge convention center or a gym just to see us hit a ball over the net a few times, and occasionally drive it into eachother's faces. Why would there be people coming from Canada, New York, and Cleavland to play?
    That was one question that lead into another. It brought me to thoughts of obsession. Some of these girls get so mad when the drop a ball or miss a serve I think they're going to pull a gun out of their spandex and shoot us all. Is it really that horrible to give up one point when there are still twenty four left?
    And as one thought comes, another one rolls in just as quickly. I imagine parents getting into a fight over their daughters like over ninety-nine cent gasoline. And that quickley snowballs into violence. and that rolls into death, and that becomes suicide and pretty soon I've ended up thinking about religion. I experience countless emotions, just thinking as I sit, watching a ball roll over the net countless times. But somehow, I seem to forget it all when I recieve that glorious gift of getting to play.

   



This was a short piece thats real... It's nothing special and I'm not that good of a writer and I just love to write short stories like this.