Friday night I was pleasantly surprised to discover that I’ve become known as the Ping-Pong Vixen in some circles, having recently infiltrated a certain table tennis boys club. I’ve always felt like the black sheep of my athletic family, so imagine my astonishment when I realized I can hold my own (for the most part) and even hit the table a little more than half of the time! I’ve tapped into that deceptively gentle and consistent serve that harks back to the ancient history of my volleyball days. Now it remains to acquire some technique and master a style. Slightly intoxicated by the testosterone-laced adrenaline of these matches, I must recognize that playing Ping-Pong has proven to have powers of an almost metaphysical quality. As such it’s become an important component of my campaign to resist despair.
I could think of a few other thrilling activities involving that black leather vixen paddle…
That "Matrix" pong battle is a favorite at our house! Spoofs like this make it difficult for me to take the sport(?) seriously. I therefore find it amusing to think of someone worried about staying hydrated for ping-pong, days in advance (although that Forrest Gump vs. the Chinese match looked pretty intense, even if the ball was computer generated!). I like how the "Mental Focus" section is "coming soon"! Hey, why wait for that when you can just take your instinctive reflexes and dive in?
Hey I already saw that Matrix scene- Matt and Stephen showed it to me over Thanksgiving. They found the site http://www.stupidvideos.com and were entertained for hours….the Matrix one was one of my personal favorites.
Can’t wait to take you on in a match soon!