Volleyball Manly Beach

On Monday the sixteenth of May I spent the morning at Manly Beach to do a little surfing with some of my new mates that I acquired while studying abroad.  Within the first half hour I fell of my board and crushed my knee against it and needed to sit the rest of the day out.  Rather than taking a ferry home I decided to make the best of the beautiful fall day and just relax at the beach, something I hadn’t done since the weather got cooler.  While sitting on the sand and watching people surf I noticed a volleyball tournament going on further down the beach so I decided to hobble over and check it out.  These guys that were playing were probably late twenties early thirties and were absolutely ridiculous in the sense of how good they were.  Every point was made off a spike or an absurd serve.  By time the game had ended there must have been thirty or forty onlookers watching these ten men destroy each other in volleyball.  I come from a school, Penn State, where both men’s and women’s volleyball are always ranked in the top five in the country and are usually competing for a national championship.  With that being said I have never been able to watch any of their matches for some reason.  However, for some reason I found it impossible to take my eye off of this beach volleyball match.  Of the five courts available for people to use recreationally there was not one open.  This was on a Monday, I can only imagine what it is like on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon.  The amount of beach sports in Australia continues to blow my mind and really never ceases to amaze me.