Moaning and Bemoaning

Maybe I live in another world, another time.  I got a friend who has started calling me Retro Man, but I don’t care.  I know I can’t bring back Whitney Reed (and amateur tennis from the late 50’s), but I can’t identify with any of these keh-zillionaires on those...

Ping Pong Advice For the Forlorn

    I play well against the moribund, the sclerotic, the prepubertal and just about all the cachexic gomers I meet.  But I don’t do so hot against people who can actually hit the ball back to me with some consistency.   Between you and...

The Story of Job

   Recently, after the group met for our weekly session, it occurred to me that maybe my insistence on Pongers playing a certain way – MY WAY – was not the Right Way.   Maybe My Way Or The Highway is not the most prudent or tactful approach...