Pool Sports

Yesterday, I got invited, or more precisely Evited, to a friend's pool party. On the evite (which I I will always will respond "Maybe" to for the fact that I am given that option to postpone making any concrete decision, a feature lacking in the standard invitation-RSVP formula) it said there would be lots of food, drinks and a pool volleyball tournament.

I thought, "Hey! I like food! And, look at this - drinks! I enjoy drinks too! So far so good," then I got to pool volleyball. Pool volleyball?! I do not like pool volleyball. I like the pool, I like volleyball but I do not like pool volleyball (much like how I like Peanut Butter and I like taking a bath, but I don't like taking a bath with peanut butter.) I don't enjoy my sporting events when they feel as if I am playing them in a vat of molasses. And forget it, if you get put on the team that has to stand partially in the deep-end, then I am half playing, half trying not to die. I prefer my sports on land (except diving.)