The one good thing about beach volleyball is that all those crazy bodies and meat xylophone abdomens (thanks Stephen Colbert) actually inspired me to go to the gym.
I have new respect for beach volleyball after spending the evening with someone who used to play the game pretty seriously. Two people covering all that territory in unforgiving sand. OK fine. But I’m holding onto my hate for the sport. I’d like to thank Denise Something-Or-Other who, in grade 8, yelled at me during my first week at that school for missing a shot.
This article appears in Aug 7-13, 2008.