Back in my prime I was an awesome ping pong player. Tournament after tournament I ruled the table, always coming out as the victor. It was the one sport I really shone at. Admittedly the tournaments always consisted of my family, and they were doubles tournaments at that, and the finals were always my brother Craig and I defeating my other brother Jeff and our dad. But still, I was awesome.
Sadly, this skill has become quite rusty over the years and recently I was handed a devastating loss at the hands of my nephew. I am no longer in the same league as this younger generation with their lightning quick video-game-honed reflexes, their hours of time to devote to the game, and their castle-like homes that can house a ping-table. This brings me great sorrow. My nephews no longer regard me as the aunt with the mad ping-pong skills. I’m just a washed-up has-been who likes to bring up her last tournament victory (in 1996) a bit too often.
But not anymore!!! While antiquing this weekend with my sister (our new, horribly addictive pastime) I found this:
I know, I know. Ping pong in a box. Two paddles. A net. All in a neat 7 x 13 box which I can put on the shelf when done playing. Genius. No behemoth ping pong table taking up precious basement space for us! Just a clear dining room table (actually a bit of a rarity) and I can hone my skills once again. This may be the best $18 I have ever spent. Even though apparently I overpaid for the item, it more than pays for itself in the space it saves and the fun it promotes.
Watch out Jeff and PG. I smell another victory for Craig and I coming up. Reunion tour 2011!! Woohoo!!
(Andrew, I believe you are still safe as no amount of practicing can make up for my age at this point. Congratulations.)