Good Morning Blogosphere! This is the inagural post on my new blog Thistle and Maple Leaf hope y'all like it, many good things to follow. I'm in Toronto from Vancouver for a week with two objectives: 1) Play some beach volleyball at Wasaga beach and 2) find a place to live in August
This weekends beach tourneyment was put on by the fine folks at Toronto East Sport and Social Club They did a very decent job running it. Thirty courts, beer garden, great music and other fun and games while you were waiting to play. My only complaint was with the pasta salad. So cheers to TESSC and cheers to my teammates - we weren't the best team on the beach, but I think we had the most Newfies.
This seemed to be a tourneyment mostly for people who play just that one weekend a year. Now, spiking a volleyball is more difficult than it seems. I mean a real spike - a heavy ball that goes straight down, not just hitting over the net. It's a complex set of variables to coordinate. You have to judge the trajectory of the ball correctly, jump at the correct moment so you contact the ball at the apex of your jump and hit the ball over the net and inside the lines. Add sun in your eyes and a wind blowing in off the water in most cases as well.
I always see in commercials for cars or pop or whatever, people are enjoying said product at the beach and invariably they are spiking volleyballs. They jump so high the net only comes up to their nipples and they swing away grinning. A good number of people at the volleyball tournament I think were under the spell of these ads, as I saw some truly awful spiking. They found out that unless you're 6'6", it's not as easy as it looks and it made for some good comedy.
I was successful in the second task as well, but I'll talk more later about the place I found to live in. Suffice it to say I looked at a lot of apartments (lots of crap) and took the only one that seemed habitable.
This weekends beach tourneyment was put on by the fine folks at Toronto East Sport and Social Club They did a very decent job running it. Thirty courts, beer garden, great music and other fun and games while you were waiting to play. My only complaint was with the pasta salad. So cheers to TESSC and cheers to my teammates - we weren't the best team on the beach, but I think we had the most Newfies.
This seemed to be a tourneyment mostly for people who play just that one weekend a year. Now, spiking a volleyball is more difficult than it seems. I mean a real spike - a heavy ball that goes straight down, not just hitting over the net. It's a complex set of variables to coordinate. You have to judge the trajectory of the ball correctly, jump at the correct moment so you contact the ball at the apex of your jump and hit the ball over the net and inside the lines. Add sun in your eyes and a wind blowing in off the water in most cases as well.
I always see in commercials for cars or pop or whatever, people are enjoying said product at the beach and invariably they are spiking volleyballs. They jump so high the net only comes up to their nipples and they swing away grinning. A good number of people at the volleyball tournament I think were under the spell of these ads, as I saw some truly awful spiking. They found out that unless you're 6'6", it's not as easy as it looks and it made for some good comedy.
I was successful in the second task as well, but I'll talk more later about the place I found to live in. Suffice it to say I looked at a lot of apartments (lots of crap) and took the only one that seemed habitable.
