It’s that time of year again, where teams of two slog through the sand–hardly ever on the beach–and will do just about anything to keep the ball from hitting said sand. . . like they don’t want it to get dirty.
So. . . after watching “Sand” volletball, it’s official designation, in the shadow of a blue pyramid in the middle of a college campus–Long Beach State–and between a busy street and a parking structure near downtown El Lay–u$c–I finally got to see it played on an actual beach, with the surf in the background. . . and more importantly, with an ocean breeze! I’ve never loved Santa Monica as much. . .
Enough photos for three blogs, but gonna condense it into two. You’re welcome. . .
We start by setting the scene. . .
On to da good stuff. . .
Entry level streaker!
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