We attended our first water polo match yesterday. We picked a good one: California, ranked #4 in the country, came to Pepperdine to take on the Waves, ranked #6. Jody and Hillary both got an eye-full: two sets of tall, physically fit, nearly naked California guys beating each other up in a swimming pool.

You thought I was kidding? They wear more clothes on their head than the rest of the body combined.

Anyway, I tried to appreciate the finer points of the sport, but since I don’t understand it that was rather difficult. There were lots of whistles. And that was just from Jody (HA! Just kidding about the Jody part.) No, two referees of some sort walked up and down the sides of the pool blowing whistles and making calls that everyone else seemed to understand.

In the end, Pepperdine won 7-5 and will no doubt move up in the national rankings.

I have heard that water polo is one of the most brutal sports. Above the water these guys beat each other up. Below the water… well, you just don’t want to know.

All I do know is that OUR team is one of the best in the country. And our nearly naked guys are better than yours.