We didn't get our camera out while we were playing, but my sister-in-law finally posted the pictures on Facebook and I thought I'd share a few.
|My oldest son Daniel in the red shorts, me behind him and Jeff to my right.|
|Still pretty clean at this point.|
|A *little* muddier now. I was cleaning mud out of my ears for a week.|
Probably my favorite memory from the tournament (outside of good plays I made) was when Jeff dove in the mud and I ran over him to try to get the ball.
Mud volleyball is nothing like real volleyball, other than the ball. There's not much finesse, there's no spiking. The good teams fix each other's mistakes and keep the ball in play. Good strategy includes finding and picking on the weak spot (often me) and placing the ball.
It takes a lot of endurance to keep going if you play a lot of games in one day. Moving in the mud can wear you out, the heat is almost always atrocious, and there's no shade. This year, the temperature on Saturday (the day most of these pictures were taken) got to 107. It wasn't too bad when you were playing, but it was pretty terrible if you were spectating.
|J and his cousin M helping us out|
|Team photo: after|