I landed.

And allbeforethe opponent hit the ball!

Oops. Gotta work on that timing thing.

On the next spike, I was up in the air again, but this time I touched the net, and that was a no-no.

I could hear the voice of John Tesh.

"It's too bad he touched that piece of apparatus."

Things got a little better in the later going, but my back-turned-to-the-opponents, Willie Mays-style over-the-back return seemed to always land on the other side only after bouncing off the wall of the MAC.

Oh well. Karch Kiraly I wasn't.

Then there was the gender rule.

You see, balls hit by more than one person on a side must be touched by a male and a female.

That explained the frequent cries of "SEX!" by members of each team.

Can you imagine if someone walked in and watched a bunch of the so-called "Best and Brightest" screaming "SEX!" at the top of their lungs?

Unfortunately, we didn't win our match, but we all seemed to have a good time.

So I vowed revenge, and my opportunity came yesterday afternoon, in IM soccer, as Leverett squared off against Kirkland.

Again, we were a little short-handed, but we had the Leverett spirit, which was key.