In the kitchen
by Terry Ryan
Holy cow! I was playing against a couple males (I'm female) when I see my opponent strike a ball in the air while one of his feet was in the kitchen. I called kitchen.
Well, all hell broke out. He had a fit.
Slammed the ball into the net and wouldn't finish the game. Told me it wasn't my place to call kitchen. Only he and his partner could because of they have a better view.
Then our coach agreed with them. By the way, this was just friendly play and not a tournament.
So who calls "kitchen." Geezzzz Louise!