Photograph by Gregg Segal
He likes foreign films; she prefers baseball. Not that there’s much time for either when two nights a week and all weekend you dedicate yourself to a 26-by-52-foot beach court. Russell and Robertson (He-Drew and She-Drew to their friends), a couple of three years standing, also share a vocation: She’s a litigator with Winston & Strawn, and he’s in his third year at UCLA Law School. Each played volleyball indoors for years, she collegiately at Northwestern and he professionally in Sweden after graduating from Berkeley. But the sport became a lifestyle after they switched to the sand. It’s the relaxing yang, she says, to her intellectually taxing yin. Neither wants to live more than a mile or so from the ocean, ever, and he’s already plotting a wireless office operable from a canvas-back chair. A typical shopping trip is to Target ($70 for several weeks’ worth of sunscreen). Their courts of choice are at Sorrento, near the Jonathan Club in Santa Monica, and the Hermosa Pier. They live to compete (each has earned a triple A rating) yet count their opponents among their closest friends. The best part of their sport? The beach feels like another world. Besides, she says, “You can’t pack a cooler of beer and bring it to the museum.” For more on coed beach volleyball, go to nbvo.net/leagues.html.