Once a week, my husband, Kyle, dutifully carries a folding rocking chair to a shady spot beneath the trees in Bringewatt Park so that I can watch him and a handful of our friends play volleyball as a part of the Choice Sand Volleyball League.

Four years ago, Kyle asked every single person we knew if they wanted to play sand volleyball; six said yes, and thus the team was set. Midway through the first season the team added two of our sons’ college-aged babysitters because it was a co-ed team that required a minimum of three female players each week, and also because our team was the oldest group out there by roughly a decade and we needed some younger people to keep from confusing the other participants as to why their parents were rolling around in the sand.

I say “our” team because I on

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