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Haven't worked volleyball in years, but I did it for a couple of years in college. One night in a small 1-A school (lowest class in Texas), they have a wooden stand. Its a little wobbley, but I'm OK on it. In the third game, the ball come over toward me with two girls chasing it, and they crash into the stand. I realize then this thing is going down, so I grab on to the net cable, push off and jump AND hope my partner has the call! I think we called a replay.
Anyway, the thing was busted so we had to use stacked chairs for me to finish (only about 10 more minutes of match time, if that). I didn't like that idea, but I didn't have a hammer in my truck and no one had any nails, or I would have rebuilt the stand sufficient to finish. In fact, some guy who I think had been yelling at me the whole match (behind my back, so I'm not sure) came out of the stands and offered to help me do just that, but when we realized that wasn't going to happen, he and two other guys found the chairs and held them while I stood periously on them.
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