I take some razzing at work because I like to play Ping Pong. Yah…capital letters.
It’s a sport.
Some call it an activity, pastime, club; but that is totally incorrect.
Last year I had the opportunity to play a police officer from Berlin during the Police and Fire Games held in Vancouver. The Ping Pong tournament was held at BCIT. You can see some footage below. She kicked me…hard.
In any event, I love to play.
Chris loved Ping Pong too, but it was played slightly differently. Sure, he would play with his Dad from time to time, but when his buddies came over, the real Pong started. They took off their shirts and up to 6 of them would run around the table taking turns hitting the ball. In short order, someone would miss. The guy at the other end of the table who had taken the victorious shot was then given a chance to smash a ball as hard as he could into the other guy’s bare chest or back.
Ever been around 16 or 17 year old males? This is actually pretty normal.
They would laugh, smash balls at each other, admire the welts they had made and do it again.
It’s called male bonding and I loved to see that gang have a great time…as long as their parents weren’t worried about where the welts were coming from!
In any event, my nephew Steve, when he was up in September surprised me with a birthday gift. It was a sandpaper Ping Pong bat custom designed with a Be The Best logo and a CF2 on the other side.
How cool is that!
I’d play with it, but don’t want to take a chance of wrecking it, so I’ve settled for a little online Ping Pong as pictured below.
Remember…Ping Pong is a sport.