West Cocoa Chat

As much as I'd like to say this is a cool picture of me slamming a spike during a game of beach volleyball (and I know many of you out there will be shocked that it isn't) I cannot. But for over a year, some of our best friends and my son's college roommate parents, have invited folks over to their home on Sunday afternoons for fellowship and beach volleyball. There are times when the makeup of the crowd is mostly teens and college age kids and then of late, its been some teens and young families.
There are times when this 51 year old's body feels 25 again. Yesterday was one of those days when not only was I playing my area or "space," I was invading everyone else's "play (Remember Johnny's admonition to Baby, "This is your dance space and this is my dance space.") space. Someone even asked Barb if she could "control me?" She smiled and basically said, "When he gets like this you just have to let him go until he exhausts himself." :) Jim Rome who has radio and T.V. Sports Talk Shows uses a word that basically means "talking trash to your opponent and that word is "smack." Lets just say that at this point, the smack starting flowing from the youngsters such as:

1. Let us know when you're going to hit the ball back over the net.
2. Since you guys are old and blind, we'll tell you when to "listen" for the ball.
3. From the movie "Christmas Vacation," "Hey, isn't it time for you geezers to eat something so you can take your back pills."

Well as luck would have it, yours truly started serving at 6 to 13. Now I would like to say that the number of points we began to win were mostly due in part to my devastating serve and you know what, I think I'll say it, "We began to win point after point due to my devastating serve." O.K., with that out of the way lets also factor in that it was really getting dark at this point.

When we scored our 7th straight point tying the game at 13 to 13, the "smack" began to reverse direction. My good friend Bret got off the best smack salvo with, "Hey, isn't it time for you kids to take your medicine and go to bed!" We ended up serving out the game and won 15 to 13 - one for geezers everywhere!

Now I'm a realist and I realize that the day of smack talking flowing away from me to younger folks are steadily declining but for one night in West Cocoa, it was good to be a geezer! Ouch, I think I just pulled a muscle.