Phantom body odor.

The other day my pal Brittany posted about her stinkiness on Facebook.  She and I both have an unreasonable fondness for our weekly volleyball night.  Unfortunately, we live in different states and also play volleyball on different nights.  Otherwise we would enjoy this activity together I'm sure, and we for sure would dominate the whole freaking cultural hall with our height and athletic genius.  Anyway, she wore a stinky shirt to volleyball and stunk it up all night.

So the next night I go to volleyball.  I enter the gym and it is full of about 12 prepubescent and young teenage boys.  Imagine the smell if you will.  I had to go back out into the hall three times just to get some air.  Seriously.  Do these boys know about Right Guard?  Raise your hand if you're Sure?  Something people.  Parents, it's time to intervene!  

So the stinky boys eventually get herded out and we big people (who know a thing or two about personal hygiene) start playing.  About and hour into the night I notice that there is a strong BO smell following me around.  I try to check myself on the sly.  Can't tell.  I run to the ladies room to check.  Nope, definitely not me.  And it didn't seem to matter who I was playing next to at the time.  People rotated in, people rotated out, we switched sides. . . and the phantom body odor followed me all night long.

Thanks Brits.

Also, why does blogger format my posts like this?  It's really bugging me.