There’s something you should probably know about me: I will never leave a concert or big game early to beat traffic. Ever. If cars are backed up for miles exiting a venue, generally speaking that means the show was actually worth seeing, and escaping with five minutes left, or before the encore even hits, does nothing more than define how little of a fan you truly are.
So, what was my attitude like this evening while attempting to exit Huntington Beach via the newly designed parking lot known as Pacific Coast Highway in search of a nearby Starbucks to assist in the generation of my Saturday column? Cool as a cucumber. Yes, that’s right, cucumbers are apparently ridiculously cool; because I didn’t even break an upper lip sweat during the more than 45 minutes it took to leave greater downtown Huntington Beach due to the absolutely obscene levels of traffic.
Now, aside from steadfast dedication to worthy sporting or singing performances, why would I ever be okay with sitting in stop-and-go, especially with a column due 91 minutes ago? Because this traffic isn’t just post-Black Eyed Peas or Dodger-game traffic, this traffic is post-AVP traffic. And post-AVP traffic is something I haven’t seen in years. And by god is it exciting.
For the rest of this short-but-sweet column, I’m going to do my very best to effectively illustrate the scene today at the AVP NIVEA Tour Huntington Beach Open Presented by Bud Light Lime, and I have a feeling it’s still not going to be enough. It was almost something you needed to see for yourself to fully comprehend and appreciate, but if I had to describe the feeling that overcame me once I stepped foot in sponsor village for the first time in two words or less, I’d say this: “We’re Baaaaackk!”
The vibe today in Huntington Beach was absolutely sensational. In fact, it was reminiscent of a time almost forgotten, I can’t lie. (Facebook says we’re nearly all “friends,” and if my mother taught me anything, it’s that you don’t lie to friends.) The electricity being generated on-site could have run a small town in Iowa for a month. Trust me, I know. Stadium court, outside courts, in-between courts…there were fans everywhere. But most of the energy was coming from the more than 20 tents in sponsor village; or the singular place with the capability of propelling our sport in exactly the direction we’re all hoping it goes, upward.
If you recall, I wasn’t afraid to hash out blog after blog regarding the diminishing number of tents and subsequent visitors in sponsor village over the last six seasons. At one point, it was so embarrassing I couldn’t even write about it anymore; instead I could only laugh at what we thought we were gaining from essentially destroying our local presence in each unique community. Of course, that was before current management and their progressive pitch to reinvigorate the hearts and souls of fans in towns that have always had our backs, like Huntington Beach.
Plain and simple: Huntington is a beach town. They don’t call it Surf City USA for nothing, but it’s also a volleyball town, with a rich history surrounding the AVP. And today’s remarkable fan turnout demonstrated one thing to me: regardless of the economy, there is always going to be a spot in the national sports marketplace for professional beach volleyball, because it will always be in the hearts of souls of the world’s most glorious fans too. And who knew, apparently it’s even more so when you decide to make the tour a fine shade of NIVEA blue…
- Hans Stolfus
- Posted by Club Beach Volleyball
