I’ve been playing for decades, including five years on the Ohio University club team in the seventies. Later I played in both Colorado and New Mexico, and twice competed at the U.S. Nationals with The Dinosaurs, a team of ancients. Now that my right shoulder has given out, I’m hitting leftie, a truly humbling experience. But I still play: can’t live without it. Each August my Athens County farm hosts the Trotsky Memorial, a volleyball tournament now in its 34th year.
I was never that good. In tournaments I played at the double B level. But just to play, to play eternally: that’s the thrill.
I still do—but I have also, for the first time in my life in any sport, become a fan of a team. Mine is the Ohio University woman’s volleyball team, and you can follow it’s ascendant glory on the website I run with a friend: matchpointohio.com