With a threat of rain, the fate or WW was uncertain. Slowly one by one pandas and koalas slowly emerged. Crawfish and I braved the Riata waters briefly before Lloyd and his pal Dale arrived. Soon Big Will showed up. Lloyd humored us with tales of water volley pass. He described the first day he met TJ, how chiseled and dominating present he was. Then he spoke of an event in Dallas with 60 kegs and bikini contest. In the mist of this storytelling, two young, bearded pandas arrived from the north entrance of the pool. We were one player short (I’m not talking about Doc), literally we needed another player. About that time motor mouth arrived, the great karate master, Dwayne. Craw daddy selected the teams. The teams were as follows: Fish, Tin, Dwayne and Riata Will v. Back, The Bearded Twin, and Lloyd’s pal Dale. To be quite honest I was concerned how our team would fair against the bigger, taller team. I also felt out of place due to the fact that all the players on my team had some type of facial hair. The twins had their traditional beards and Dale sported a nice porn stach. Nevertheless we sprang into battle. The first game started out a little rough; Dale only stands maybe 5’6 and was getting hammered by the tall trees on the other side of the net. Halfway through the first game that all changed when the flex triangle and inverted flex were created. Both formations included, sliding blocking protection, back row passing, and flanking back to front spiking and blocking. Crawfish fought valiantly and at times was able to decipher the new offensive and defensive formation. Big Will also cranked out a few big hits, most notable was a fake right swing to put me out of harms way, with a switch in mid-air back to his left. We won the first game and with the help of T Bone, (5 on 4, really 5 on 3) they won the second game. We ended the night with us winning the third game and the fourth game to 21. Crawfish plead for us not count points so the game could continue. Highlights included Jess using Dwayne’s head as a target. Two times in a row his blahness crushed the dome of the motor mouth. Ford also was in a blocking mood punishing the two, tall opposing giants repeatedly. Also, Ford continuously rose above the outstretched four arms trying to block him EVERY single time he went to kill. Taz hit some pretty good serves to get us on some good runs. Lloyd just couldn’t get the motor started and had several shots in the net. This brings us to motor-mouth. In all my years of competitive or non-competitive recreation, I have never met anyone talk so much junk about what they were going to do and not do one damn thing. The best move he made was when he got the fuck up out of the pool. I feel he should retire. Crawfish and I will be commentating our first game together this weekend. I will be talking with Fish to see if Dwayne can be a special sideline reporter. He can follow Creepy to the restroom the see if he browns out, interview the players after the game and dress in a cow customer and play with his nipples. Bottom line; don’t mess with big dudes.
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F'n hilarious and almost understandable English for a change...
Pale Dale did good just not to drown. I will give anyone a chance but three times in a row and you are trying to hit the ball foward and it goes backwards; you're out. This isn't ameuter hour. 
