To the University table of Dreams! …early on Monday morning.
Having signed up for University sports centre membership, I might as well make the most of this whilst I am still crocked. Running around playing pickleball could be particularly painful. Standing at one end of a table and TWATTING a little ping pong back and forth, however, is piss easy.
We had a change of scenery for our booking on Monday morning. Having previously played in the entire basketball-sized sports centre with one table in the middle, we opted instead for the squash court.
This meant that any powerful smash shots unreturned by my playing partner didn’t lead to her having to trot off halfway down the sports hall just to retrieve the ball.
But it wasn’t all one way traffic in terms of her going for the shots. Far from it:
“The next improvement for you is to try and put topspin on your backhand return.”
Thanks for that, luv.
My reply was:
“The next improvement for you is to try and hit the table.”
She rose to the challenge. Predictably I fell to an 8-3 defeat.
