Believe it or not, I actually joined the school volleyball team when I was 14. No, not that I’m interested in volleyball… but because the school volleyball team has a badass reputation to go with. I mean, being badass was everything back then. That was why I enrolled to get into the team. It’s macho and shit.
Charles was also in the volleyball team too. But I can vaguely remember his motive of joining, so I’m not going to cover his side of the story. Let’s just say, we were glad to have each other’s company inside the school volleyball team. So, I was kind of like looking forward for the first day of training in the volleyball team… you know, like the beginning of everything. I’m going to train hard, and I’m going to become a tough ass motherfucker in no time. The anticipation for that day was unbearable.
Then came the first day of training, the day I have been waiting for. I was kind of like expecting a lot of rigorous practices and energy draining routines. Pretty much like in the army or something. So on that day, Charles and I made appointment to meet each other and went to the court together. When we reached at the location, some of the seniors volleyball teammates were already there practicing, and the coach was there yelling some volleyball jargon that neither of us could understand. We were like, so impressed…
… but not for long. As soon as we got in pace with the practice, we instantly knew that we made a big fucking mistake joining the fucked up volleyball team. The coach turned out to be a contemptible mean fuck. The guy was a sadist, who has the penchant to yell at basically anything. If a dog were to walk by, he’d yell at the dog. Yes, he’s that fucked up. The volleyball practice session looked more like a Nazi concentration camp, than anything at all. Charles and I hated very fucking much. He was especially mean to both of us rookies – as we’re a little bit slow for being new and all that.
So, the first session turned out to be all about us getting yelled at. It wasn’t cool at fucking all. It made both of us felt like an unwanted vagrant more than a team member. The practice sessions that followed were much worse – eventually, I began to learn the hard way that the entire volleyball team was as sick as the coach himself. We (me and Charles) were constantly hooted at whenever we did simple mistakes and was also asked to pick up balls that strayed out from the court. It was humiliating as fuck. FUCK!
Then came to the day when they (the whole team) over-DID it. We were given a bucket and a bottle of cordial juice (forgot the flavor, though I very much hoped that it would be diesel), and were ORDERED to mix up a pail of cordial drink for the volleyball team, and haul the bucket of drink to the court about a good 100m away! Hell, who would have thought. We were there to be cool, but instead, we became some loser slaves at their disposal.
That was when the two of us decided that we had enough. We’re determined to quit the team for good, but not before we did something to their drink. It was my idea actually, because I was such a natural born dick, and I won’t submit to bullying from others. I actually suggested to mix their drink with some drain water. My friend Charles was totally into the idea, and we actually did it. We stirred in half a glass of drain water into that bucket of cordial drink, to bless that team of volleyball fucktards with ‘extra nutrition’ — courtesy from rookie MichaelOoi and Charles.
We weren’t sure what would become of them, nor did we care. We just brought that bucket of cocktail to the court and put it at the side… then proceeded to act like nothing happened. And when the coach called out for a break, we took our pleasure looking at those assholes quenching their thirst with our nutrient rich cocktail (teeming with a whole republic of bacteria having a party inside). It was the sweetest sight. None of those freaks actually figured out the weird taste of the drinks, as they’re too weary and thirsty from the punishing practices. They just gulped the whole thing down their unfortunate throat.
After that practice session, we bailed the fuck out from the shit laden volleyball team…