Volleyball

I recently drove by a house that had sanded their entire back yard and installed volleyball court. They also put bars over the windows to protect them from being broken by errant spikes. What a bunch of idiots! This is the physical manifestation of the foolishness one spews when they are young and stupid.

“Dude when I get a house, I’m going to sand my entire backyard and turn it into a volleyball court.”

“Dude, we’ll have tournaments and s**t. Just have the entry fee be some beer.”

“Dude, when we’re not playing it will be like being at a beach.”

“Dude it will be sweet. I’ll help. My dad has a truck.”

“Sweet, dude. Sand’s got to be cheap and easier to care for than a lawn.”

“Dude you don’t want a lawn, you have to mow it and s**t. Think of all the time you’ll have for volleyball if you don’t have to mow you lawn, dude.”

“Dude, it will be awesome.”

When you get older you start to realize that you don’t want to play anything all the time, you don’t want your friends over all the time, sand is easily tracked into the house, lawns are multifunctional (not to mention if you’re a dude mowing the lawn is a nice break from you know who) and most importantly you don’t want to screw with the resale value of your home. Not to mention that in this part of the world it rains 8 months out of the year.

When you’re young, doing fun stuff like this sounds appealing and certainly adulthood gives you the independence to try it. Hopefully though, growing older will give you the wisdom not to.