Back some years ago an old neighbor from back during my growin' up years was the captain of the US women's volleyball team.

But Bobert, ya see, what yer yellin' in yer sleep is stuff like "Over here!" and "Spike it!" and "Net ball! We win!" and yer bashin' poor ol' P-Vine in the kisser cuz you think she's on the other side. Bashing women in the face in yer sleep don't make 'em happy. And then stepping on top of her like you wuz climbin' that Olympic winners' box and standin' there on top of her with yer arm raised, waitin' fer her to sing the National Anthum...that's probably what really ticked her off. Women can put up with a lot, but not many kin put up with a guy who stands on 'em in his sleep waitin' for the National Anthum.