Chip off the old, er YOUNG, block

Chels is a fabulous volleyball player.  Fab-U-lous.  At the risk of being conceited, which we all know I am anyway, I will tell you that I wasn't such a shabby player either.  Matter of fact, I was the only jump server to be found in my league.  And I could...oh, sorry about that.  This post is about CHELSEA, not me.

Chels may not be tall, but she can hit the crap out of the ball.  Her serves are scary.  Downright scary.  They are hard and have so much top spin they go scant millimeters above the net before dropping ferociously and causing red welts on the back row receiver.

I HEART volleyball season and I have so much fun watching Chels play.  I admit I got a little out of control at the game in Alamo, and for a few minutes I sounded like a crazy Little League dad.  I couldn't help it.  I was yelling things like "short!, dink!, or MOVE YOUR FEET! Stop watching the game and play!".  Cam informed me in no uncertain terms that she was going to move if I kept it up.

I kept it up.  Cam never moved.  Also, is it just me or does it possibly look like Chels may be getting ready to pitch the ball in the bottom picture? Surely it's just me.