I hadn’t played in a few years since school, then in late 2019, a fella who’d been playing a bit competitively up in Dublin challenged me to a game after he heard a bit about me and was trying to put me in my place… Well I hammered the shit out of him. Played 3 sets up to 21 and the closest he got was a 21-7 defeat… He never asked to play me ever again…
We used to clip a table tennis net onto our dining room table growing up, but my mother put a stop to it when a load of scratches and dents started to appear on the table. How could you become an Olympian against that backdrop? I also got a snooker table one Christmas - not tiny, but not full size, maybe medium size - but it was moved to the garage in early January and there wasn’t enough elbow room to play the full array of shots. These are the challenges people face when growing up in semi-detached houses in provincial towns. No massive games room for us growing up.
It must have been great to have a handball alley for a forehead tho? Being able to bring that with you wherever you went must have been magic for your friends and family?
You just decided to use the 20 year old scoring system which absolutely everybody agrees was a load of shit, especially for one sided encounters.
It’s a strange story made even more so by this revelation. I’ll batter you at table tennis some time if you fancy it, we have tables on our school so I can stay sharp