Quick note: My cousin’s husband, Jimi, is retiring out of the Army and they have decided to return to Jimi’s home state, Maryland. They plan to be leaving the state of Alaska by April 1st. I am sad to see them go. I have felt so blessed to have been able to make the transition with family and their generosity. I am very grateful for all they have done for me since I have made this move to Alaska. I even like their dogs (or sons), Rascoe and Bear.
Tonight, I played volleyball with the Hmong Branch (a local congregation of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints). My roommate, Joanna, plays the organ for their branch during their sacrament meeting and has been inviting me to attend. Since I have been spending the weekends in Anchorage to spend time with friends, and now that I am going to be moving into Anchorage by the end of the month, I have been trying to create a good network of friends here and in that effort finally agreed to go with here. I wish I had taken pictures!
They were a fun bunch! They played their own way. Even for those that just stood there and only made contact with the ball because they were protecting their face received a shout “Good!!!” or “Good try!”
It made me smile to see random little kids sprinting on and off the court between plays just to be mischievous. They were so cute!
It made me smile to see random little kids sprinting on and off the court between plays just to be mischievous. They were so cute!
A few things of note…
First of all, when they were setting up the net, I thought they were testing it out before raising the net to the height we usually use. Nope. Not the case. It really was set that low. Secondly, the “Hmong Way” means that any number of people can be on either side of the court at any given time, and sometimes, there will be two people side by side (literally) occupying the said space and will not, nor are they required, to rotate to a new position after a sideout occurs. This being said, they are also not harassed for not moving to play the ball if it requires them to move their feet from their given position. They will simply stay in the spot for the span of 2 games, 5 games, all games, whatever. Next, they have a “permanent setter,” which only means that the person will never rotate unless they choose to switch with someone, then that person becomes the “setter.” I use the term “setter” very loosely. Sometimes, there is a permanent server in a game and everyone else, less the “setter” rotates, but sometimes, they rotate too. It all depends. It’s the Hmong way. Just have fun. Laugh a lot. Be competitive with what you got, but not really. It sounds complicated, but it really isn’t.
With that all being said, it was a good time had by all and I would love to attend again at some other time. I truly was a giant aHmong them. LOL! I stand a modest 5’8” and I was the tallest person there. My arms held above my head, my fingertips cleared the net and as I stood at the net and faced the opposing teams “setter” I felt like a giant. I would “stand ready” by bending my knees and resting my hands on my knees so that I wouldn’t appear to tower above him just because I could. I literally looked and felt like a giant. Not only was I almost a foot taller, but I am also large in stature. Three of them together would almost equal one of me. It was crazy awesome.
I have a few volleyball skills, but my goal wasn’t to smash the ball in their faces. It wasn’t that kind of competitive fun. Sure, my team lost the first three in a row, but everyone was laughing. We promised to make a comeback. We did, and just barely. No matter how we changed our strategy, they almost always seemed to thwart our efforts though. Or, in most cases, we thwarted our own efforts. We were consistent that is for sure. Remember that time we were winning 10-0 and then lost? Yeah, me neither. Hahaha! Good times.
Now, I raise my small but wonderful glass of Silk’s Chocolate Soy milk as a night cap and say, “Here’s to being a giant aHmong them, and to my new Hmong friends that took me in without question. Cheers!”
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