Volleyball and Ankles

I'm not a volleyball player. In fact, I'm the opposite. I played soccer. I've never had a reason for my distaste for volleyball that anyone would consider valid (although I think being only 5'2"....and being completely pathetic at the sport are valid reasons enough). Kyle has now given me a good reason:

You see.....this is what volleyball does to people.....or at least to people like Kyle. I've rarely seen anything so disgusting (of course, I hate feet anyway, but still). His ankle ended up practically the size of my thigh (which is not a compliment since I just had a baby and I gain weight EVERYWHERE). I never looked like this playing soccer.....that's all I'm saying.

And P.S., do you know what injuries like this get wives? Nothing. It's called a husband that lays on the couch "in too much pain" to change a diaper or chase a kid or help with anything (even though he can go to work at a fish hatchery, help a family move into the ward, and work on his Jeep in this condition). So, the verdict is in. I officially hate volleyball. Well.....even more than I did before.:)