Table Tennis

I Wish I Still Owned a Toy Ping-Pong Gun
Yikes. I’m starting to hear my blog call out to me in my sleep. “Why don’t you love me anymore? Why are you neglecting me?” To deal with this petulant child, I’ve chosen a disciplinary route built with cobblestones of tough love. I say, “Listen here blog, I only got so many hours in a day, and there’s only 12 notes a man can play, so you best quit your whining, and have some patience.” But the blog remains defiant and shows a pouty twisted frown. I lock my hands to my hips, rock forward a bit on the balls of my feet and stare back with a firm gaze. Our eyes lock and no words are spoken. Slow seconds pass and then blog turns its eyes downcast, offers up a “harrump” and slowly shuffles away (really it’s kind of a waddle).

Truth is, I’m taking off for a two week vacation of the Pacific Northwest starting next Wednesday. I’ll be hitting Eugene and Portland Oregon, Seattle and Bellingham Washington, and then onto Canada to check out the view in British Columbia. If I were in a band this would constitute my Summer Tour ’04. Exclusive engagement! Damn, I really should have worked harder on putting out my album of Bjork versions of Metallica songs played on solo Melodica. You all are just going to have to wait for that one to drop some time next year (attention record labels: call me).

So, I’m hustling heinies trying to wrap up projects and make clients happy. The only distraction that I am allowing myself from work is the viewing of obscure Olympic events. While others hate on badminton, table tennis, and shooting, they have become my lifeline. Especially, table tennis. I still believe to this day that I could have been an Olympic contender in this sport. Back in my freshman year of college, when I beat my entire dorm in “The Ping-Pong Challenge”, fate presented a giant fork in my life’s path, one road led through to a graduation of college and, well, basically to where I am now, and the other road led to Olympic Ping-Pong Gold! Sometimes, I just have to wonder, what if? What if?

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