Mailman Dave
When you think of Kentucky, your mind doesn’t go to volleyball; you would think of basketball or maybe football. After their basketball team failed to make March Madness, the students needed some excuse to party. Having Thirsty Thursday or a boring Saturday isn’t the same as partying after a national title. So after the woman’s volleyball team won, State street went fucking insane.
All of this for a volleyball championship, you ask? Yes, even though there was a volleyball bubble and students couldn’t attend the tournament, the students didn’t care. I don’t blame them. I know you’re all thinking it, but the best part about woman’s volleyball isn’t the game. It’s what they wear. During my senior year of high school, my friends and I were the biggest volleyball fans. We attended every home game and even drove for away games. A bunch of horned-up 17-year-olds was willing to drive to see girls in tight short shorts.
I encourage all students to party after a national championship. I don’t care if it’s volleyball, rowing, water polo, or cross country. A title is a title, which means blaring Grove Street, burning couches, and jumping around with strangers.
