It was a perfect pass, and it went directly to me. With my tired looking knee pads, I sprinted halfway across the court to get the ball that is now descending from its highest point to the ground. Another four feet away from me and I know that if I do not get down on the floor then I will not have enough time to save the ball. Trying not to slam my knees too hard into the ground, I then get the ball just before it hits the ground. Now I finally hit the floor, and slam my side into the ground. But I ignored it. I went back to my spot on the court, and wait for the ball to come back over the net again. The opponent served the ball, and we sent it back over. The passes were perfect, and I hit the ball so hard that my hand hurt. I watched it as
