To the University Table of Dreams! …on Monday morning. Once again, wiff waff.
We rocked up at the University Sports Centre. It was busy, being the first week of Freshers' Week.
A wrong turn to the right and we could have gone straight into a careers fair.
Whoops.
Think carefully. Which direction do you want to go in, Jase? Right for the careers fair, left for table tennis.
Just like 1990, when I was turning out for registration, I made the correct choice.
Careers fair claptrap.
The table tennis itself, to be fair, wasn’t all that. My playing partner was in a very talkative mode.
“Less chat, more play.”
… came instructions from me. She responded with an absolute volley of power shots, corners to corner on the table each time.
Oh dear.
I did find my way back into the game.
“That was a poor game from me.”
…commented my playing partner.
“Yes it was. You were fucking awful.”
In my favour was she her unfortunate timing with a sneezing outburst. I managed to TWAT the ball just as her eyes were closing ahead of the full sneeze trauma experience.
I was always chasing the game. We both got a little reckless towards the end with some fancy Dan shots that didn’t exactly pay off.
I walked away with a 5-1 defeat.
I considered turning right and heading to the careers fair and asking about what opportunities there are to play professional table tennis.
