Back in the Dark Ages when I was in high school, I played volleyball. Not well, but I tried. In the 1970’s, girls’ athletics was not quite as competitive as it is today and being 5’12” (as I used to call myself) didn’t hurt my chances of making the cut either.
Generally on any team, you have to communicate with each other. Specifically in volleyball, if you don’t communicate with your teammates, you might plow into each other, which would defeat the purpose of getting the ball over the net. When the ball comes your way, you have to send the message, “I’ve got this, so you don’t have to, but be ready because it might be coming your way next.”
As that tends to be a bit wordy, it is condensed into simply:
“MINE!” Continue reading “MINE!”