To the Table of Dreams! …mid-morning on Monday.
This heat wave - ALL these heat waves (plural) are relentless. Yeah, it’s the new normal and I’m kinda getting used to them. But it’s right putting me off my outdoor table tennis game.
Get that excuse in early Jase.
We had a leisurely warm up and then went into a match. I sensed little energy or enthusiasm from either side of the table.
Midway through the game and we had an audience. There was some young chap, he must have been three at best on his scooter, who pitched up table side to watch us. This was my signal to start showboating to impress the young dude. He scooted away very much unimpressed.
I pulled back a 3-1 scoreline to within 3-2. I was slightly buoyed and possibly could have gone for the kill. I didn’t have time for the win.
Whatever.
