Unfortunately, I have to admit that I am one of 'those moms'. You know ... the ones who sit on the sidelines, wringing their hands together when they're not cheering, screaming, or, much to my daughter's dismay, dancing on the sidelines celebrating a hit that would make Misty May blush. Yes, I admit it - I do get worked-up a bit, but it's so hard not to.
This is my kid.
She's amazing.
We were in LA a couple of weeks ago for a 3-day tournament. To say that the girls played their hearts out would be an understatement. They gave it their all, even playing until midnight on Friday. Good grief ...
'Our' coach, who I simply adore, said, "We're the team that doesn't shut up!", and they didn't. They cheered, clapped and celebrated their way to day three where 'we' played at the Home Depot Center. Not your typical volleyball venue.
Wierd, huh? That's because its a velodrome. What's a velodrome, you ask? Here's a hint ...
Yes, everything was going fine until the bikers showed up. Suddenly it was, "Volleyball? What's volleyball?". The girls lost their concentration and we went down. Despite our cheering from approximately 3 miles away, we lost in three games. Still, a good time was had by all.
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