Hundreds of tall teenage girls flocked downtown Saturday to witness a professional volleyball tour. Instead of reveling in feminine accomplishment, they were forced to account for beer-guzzling men leering at nearly naked athletes. If stitched together and stretched, the clothes worn by the female players might cover a small computer screen. (That's why I'm using this deliberately blurred image of local league play.) A lot of dreams and innocence were left behind in the Sprint Center that night.