pslc_funAbout a dozen regular guys ranging from high school teens to college frat types stood on the sideline of our roped-off beach area with their eyes glued to my every move as I did my job.  You would think I was a professional athlete commanding my body to move in some mind-blowing contortion, or exhibiting super human strength they could only dream of.  And although I moved like a wild cat, calculating distance and barking orders, my actions were far less strenuous than a jock’s. But that didn’t matter.  The boys looked at me with such envy I almost felt sorry for the drooling bunch.  In their eyes I was better than an