A mixed session for me at the Sailing Club Monday evening table tennis social. I was absolutely on fire for the first game. My opponent didn’t get a look in. Everything I hit was gold. I even had a smoking gun celebration moment.
You dick.
It was another hot and sticky one up in the Sailing Club loft. We had the balcony open. This led to one shot from an opponent heading out the balcony doors and landing pretty much down below on the Sailing Club hard. A rescue mission took place with a friendly face down below.
There was also a Sailing Club committee meeting taking place downstairs. Apologies to the more sedate members who were sat around the big table deep in discussion. When I celebrate a winning shot, then fuck yeah, I celebrate a winning shot.
I was particularly pleased with an absolute smash of one return that landed on my side of the net, but the momentum was sufficient to propel it over and then stop dead right on the other side. There’s no coming back from that.
Despite all this hyperbole I was actually pretty crap for the rest of the session, all fur coat and no knickers so to speak. I can talk a good game yet delivering when it matters is something completely different.
#tabletennisdick
