CALL ME SNAKE

I strained my ankle playing handball and, as a result, skipped volleyball on Sunday. Instead I went to the party of some friends whose son just turned 3. I played wiffleball with the kids and, in the course of retrieving a ball, stepped in a 4-inch deep hole, thereby making my ankle far worse than it had been beforehand. The moral of the story: I would have been better off playing volleyball. Of course, that’s always the case, isn’t it? In fact, there might even be a bumper sticker within that turn of phrase–something along the lines of: “I’d rather be playing volleyball.”