My capricious attitude and sporadic loss of coordination leads to many of my faults, particularly in volleyball. If you're a Kenny Laker, you know the typical procedures of the sport - score a point against the other team and rotate. As the player who has the position of the cover, I'm supposed to be "everywhere." Meaning? I have to be in constant motion covering my teammates and watching the ball. A lot of the time when I'm running around, I forget I have to move out of people's way. This itsy bitsy problem of mine led to quite a collision at the Tok Tournament. During the vying, I did a sort of spin-and-bump in my attempt to keep the ball from the court floor. It then went straight up, and when I failed to disperse fast enough, Deanna Knutson soared over me and hit the ball to the other side of the net with her fist. I didn't know this, seeing as how I was on the floor serving the purpose of a landing-softener To further the case of my frivolous trait, when the team went back to the starting spots, and I saw that we were still serving, I was flabbergasted – enough to turn to Deanna, in the middle of a play, and ask, “You made that over?”
For the life of me, I can’t remember when my clumsiness and daffy ways began, but it sure does make stumbling through existence – literally – a remarkable experience.