Jan 3, 201212:00 AM
A local volleyball player digs into the South Bay’s beach scene.
January 2012
01/31/12the one that got awayMistakes. We make them. And after we make them we (hopefully) learn from them. I’d like to tell you about a particular mistake I made during last season…the story of the one that got away. Her name was—and still is—Pri, short for Priscilla, even shorter for professional beach volleyball player priscilla lima. The brazilian-born ball of fury blessed the beach of Hermosa last summer—specifically, the court that I had been training on all season with Adriano Ticao. I didn’t exactly know what she was trying to gain from her (late in the season) West Coast trip but we ended up side by side on numerous drills, and playing like so many others across our long stretch of sand. My coach gave Pri full clearance to... |
I’m pursuing a dream that spits on my diploma and pretty much goes against left-brain logic: a career in professional beach volleyball. You wont find my “associates” and I wearing skinny ties or clicking our heels, but underneath our sunglasses is a fierce conviction to find the best games, the best partner, and compete in the best tournaments on the most beautiful beaches. I may report to the sandbox for work but after we RoShamBo for sides it’s all business, baby. Join me for the ride, won’t you?
