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Tammy dropped out of the weekend 4x4 nude volleyball tournament at the last possible minute; leaving her three friends scrambling to find a replacement. Luckily, they found an ad on Craigslist from a guy claiming to be "an avid volleyball player with professional level skills". The girls could tell by his head-shot that he was a bit older and probably more experienced than them. And though having a man play was counter to tradition, there were no rules explicitly stating that teams had to be all women. Convinced that having a large athletic man on their team would give them a leg up against the other girls, they enthusiastically invited him to replace Tammy on their team.

On the morning of the Tournament, the girls realized that their first match would be against their arch rivals from Bayside. This would normally be a disheartening realization because Bayside is the defending tournament champion, three years running. However, Bayside had never played against a team with a man. And this year, our girls had a ringer.

Or so they thought. As soon as they laid their eyes on Mr. "avid volleyball player," it was obvious that they had lost the tournament. He was a chubby little stump of a man with a beer gut. Not just "kind-of-short" for a volleyball player (like 5'9" or 5'8"). . . no. . . he was a tiny little pipsqueak. Bayside exploded with laughter at the site of him.

But that's when our team noticed it. One of the women from Bayside raised her arm and gestured to the overweight manlet, yelling "sup, little dude!" And he returned the same gesture with a "sup!", as if they already knew each other. Had this been a set up the whole time? Did Bayside put him up to this and create his Craigslist advert so that they'd be humiliated at the tournament?

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Tammy dropped out of the weekend 4x4 nude volleyball tournament at the last possible minute; leaving her three friends scrambling to find a replacement. Luckily, they found an ad on Craigslist from a guy claiming to be "an avid volleyball player with professional level skills". The girls could tell by his head-shot that he was a bit older and probably more experienced than them. And though having a man play was counter to tradition, there were no rules explicitly stating that teams had to be all women. Convinced that having a large athletic man on their team would give them a leg up against the other girls, they enthusiastically invited him to replace Tammy on their team.

On the morning of the Tournament, the girls realized that their first match would be against their arch rivals from Bayside. This would normally be a disheartening realization because Bayside is the defending tournament champion, three years running. However, Bayside had never played against a team with a man. And this year, our girls had a ringer.

Or so they thought. As soon as they laid their eyes on Mr. "avid volleyball player," it was obvious that they had lost the tournament. He was a chubby little stump of a man with a beer gut. Not just "kind-of-short" for a volleyball player (like 5'9" or 5'8"). . . no. . . he was a tiny little pipsqueak. Bayside exploded with laughter at the site of him.

But that's when our team noticed it. One of the women from Bayside raised her arm and gestured to the overweight manlet, yelling "sup, little dude!" And he returned the same gesture with a "sup!", as if they already knew each other. Had this been a set up the whole time? Did Bayside put him up to this and create his Craigslist advert so that they'd be humiliated at the tournament?