
The kids and I went to a university volleyball match pitting the Redbirds versus the Bluejays. The sport of volleyball uses the macabre term “kill” to describe a spiked ball that is successfully put away, and apparently each kill is noted in scorebooks and the arena with the letter K, which explains why there’d be a sign called the “Kill Club,” but not why the youngsters keeping tally weren’t advised to perhaps avoid the juxtaposition of three K’s and the sign’s title.

Adrian and Olivia spent their time away from the kill zone, preferring instead the welcoming wings of the resident redbird.
1 comment:
That's hilarious.
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