Joel was never a volleyball person. Oh, he knows how to play, in theory, but it was never his sport. Football was, and then soccer because soccer was Sarah's thing. She never got into volleyball, either.

So it's the worst kind of surreal to be shoved and herded in the direction of a volleyball net. "Jesus Christ," he mutters as a hapless Tribute comes into contact with the net. "Guess they're really enforcing that no touchin' the net rule."