The Bard Plays Thursday

Every Wednesday around noon I send out a reminder to our Thursday Lunchtime Volleyball participants.  Sometimes I have a report on last week’s games, sometimes a joke, and occasionally an extract of some volleyball rule.  This was this week’s version.

(Where Juliet spake)
O volleyball, volleyball.  Wherefore art thou volleyball?
Deny thy job and refuse thy lunchtime;
Or if thou wilt not, notify me such
And I’ll no longer bug thee.

(And Romeo responds)
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

(And being Juliet she denies Romeo the opportunity to speak and she replies)
‘Tis but thy presence that makes my team.
Thou art thyself, though not-at-volleyball?
What is not-at-volleyball?  It is nor hand nor foot,
Nor arm nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O be some other name!
What’s in a name?  That which we call a Player
By any other word would play so well?
So a Player would, were he a player call’d
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Not-at-volleyball, doff thy name,
and for thy name, Player! As a part of thee.
And take all games.

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