To the sailing club!… on Monday evening for the latest in the sailing club table tennis get togethers. Except it wasn’t that social; no other fuckers had turned up.
There was a GC meeting down below. This meant that the club was open and we had access to the loft for our own private game of indoor table tennis.
Despite the lack of different opposition, I really wanted to play. We had stunning views from the loft looking out down towards the estuary. It was a little stuffy in there but this didn’t hold us back.
Fifteen minutes also of TWATTING the ball back and forth, and a third player rocked up. This meant we could play winner stays on.
This is a great approach to table tennis. A and I seemed to rotate frequently with the third person pretty much anchored down with his position on the table.
I optimistically declared that I am the best player in the club towards the end of the session. This was justified when I went on a winning streak and knocked the other two off.
King of the Table, modesty in motion. That’s me.
