Garage Ping Pong Battles 2

It’s been months since my last ping-pong game. Unfortunately, my opponents had continued to play with one another all this time while I’d gone off and spent my sweet days doing other things, sort of like the hare in “The Tortoise and the Hare”… except I never really was the hare.

Joel and Joe held their paddles with limp wrists and sent the ball into curves and spins with every single hit. This was new to me, learning to adapt to a new way of playing, where one must pay attention to how much the ball is spinning before committing to send a decent return.

Occasionally I can get lucky and rebound with a heroic recovery-shot, but my opponents merely send it right back with a verbal compliment.

None of the victories were mine this time around, and eventually, Hope quietly fluttered away and my ego felt a little bit damaged.