Garage Ping-Pong Battles

I had to work today, during this lovely holiday weekend. I was out of mental sorts the whole day, unwilling to work, and unwilling to pack myself a good energizing lunch. I came home with a desire to do nothing productive. I probably would have accomplished nothing tonight, if it hadn’t been for Joel’s phone call to join him and Joe Wilson for a hearty serving of Ping-Pong.

It was probably the most competitive session of Ping-Pong I ever endured, and all I had to show for myself was 1 single victory and an injured elbow from a recklessly executed high kick that threw me off balance. A moment of frustration drove me to round-house the Ping-Pong ball, but the Pong-Gods willed instant karma unto me for disrespecting the sport. To the concrete I went.

And it came to pass thy Pong-Gods shone beams of favor brightly upon Joel this eve, for he wailed upon Joe and I both, making a glorious feat of nearly every round.

Cocky sonofabitch.