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I watched two hours of girls college beach volleyball this weekend on TV.

Maybe it was three hours.

I’m not a huge sports watching fan, but I have the utmost respect for volleyball players.

I’ve played, or attempted to play, volleyball on the beach.

It’s not easy. It’s like trying to move in quicksand.

And it’s hot.

And sand gets in your eyes.

Tough sport.

And there are only two people on each team, trying to cover an area that, to me, looks like the size of a Sam’s Club parking lot.

So, that’s why I watched those girl college volleyball players, running around and sweating, and jumping up and down, and spanking each other on the butt when they won a point.

For two hours.

Or maybe three hours.

I watched because of what incredible athletes they are.

You say they were wearing extremely skimpy bathing suits on their perfect, not-an-ounce-of-fat, suntanned bodies.


Hadn’t noticed.

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