Last Friday afternoon, I played in the annual “Teachers vs. Grade 7 Students” volleyball game at St. Paul School. The raucous gym was deafening at times with the excited students cheering, clapping, and screaming. Kayla and Jake (along with his gold medal winning buddies from grade 6) were among the crowd. Sean didn’t have school that day, so he came to referee – making it a family affair.
All of the teachers rotated through and it just so happened that Gail came on right after me. So whenever we were on the court together, we were playing right beside each other.
I’m very competitive when it comes to sports, even if it’s a fun, mean-nothing game. My lovely wife Gail, however, is the exact opposite. In fact, when she came on the court, she whispered to me, “You’re going to have to help me.”
During one particular rally, the ball came over the net to our side and went towards Gail. Gail didn’t really react and thus the ball dropped beside her. I tried to give her a loving and affirming smile while dying inside.