I spent the last hours of memorial day playing singles and doubles ping pong. when I lived in atlanta (5th-11th grade) in the '80s, we had a table in the basement, and my cousin shawn and I would play "anything goes" - hands instead of paddles, intricate shots off the wood ceiling framing, double- and triple-bounces. who knows, maybe I could've been the next marty reisman. this piece by nancy franklin, published in the new yorker a few years ago, whetted my appetite for the game; last night's battle royale solidified it. craigslist, here I come!
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
a ding dong for ping pong
I spent the last hours of memorial day playing singles and doubles ping pong. when I lived in atlanta (5th-11th grade) in the '80s, we had a table in the basement, and my cousin shawn and I would play "anything goes" - hands instead of paddles, intricate shots off the wood ceiling framing, double- and triple-bounces. who knows, maybe I could've been the next marty reisman. this piece by nancy franklin, published in the new yorker a few years ago, whetted my appetite for the game; last night's battle royale solidified it. craigslist, here I come!
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