So Sunday was the third and final day of mud volleyball. I had been able to get in the mud the 2 previous days and was hoping to make it 3 in a row before driving home. Play started about 9 in the morning and by about 11 the 2 end pits were not being used. But no one getting in! There were still a ton of spectators and I didn't have the balls to jump in by myself. I patiently waited but no one was getting in either of the pits. So I got some lunch and ate in my hotel room with the AC. I started to shower to shower and head home (I was mud splattered from sitting on the front row of bleachers), but decided to give it one more shot. I walked back to the tournament and on the opposite end of one of the unused pits someone had made a mudslide on the hill going directly into the pit! My heart began to race with excitement as there had actually been a sign there that said "No Sliding Down Hill" A guy was there covered from head to toe trying to talk his friends and people passing by to try the mudslide. One guy turned to his friend and said I'll go down after you go down. That guy then turned to me and said I'll go down after you go down, then quickly changed his mind and said never mind it looks like you ARE going down! Of course, that was all I needed, so i gave myself a big push and kept pushing myself as I went down to make sure I had plenty of speed to make it into the pit. I was successful as I landed spread eagle in about 24 inches of near perfect mud. The 2 of us continued sliding into the mud in hopes that others would join us. We got to chatting and he was on a team that finished in the top 10. He commented how the teams with young players were really tough to beat. I told him that I knew at my age (62) I was well past my prime. He told me there was a team made up of people in their 50s and 60s. I had seen them play the day before and thought how neat it was that there was and older group willing to get muddy. Maybe next year I'll see if they have an opening on their team!