Getting ‘Pipped’

There’s this guy at the club – let’s just call him Long Pips John (relating to the infernal racket he wields with the long pimpled rubber). He moves me right and left, left and right – I feel like a marionette. He’s got a good drop shot which he employs sadistically,...

Ping Pong Etiquette, Part III: Noblesse Oblige

You’re sitting by yourself in the club waiting for a game. Several of the tables are in use but, other than you, there is only one guy sitting near the lockers watching the action on table three. He’s new. You’ve never seen him before. He’s wearing a Butterfly ping...

Ping Pong Etiquette: Part II

Ya know what really bugs me lately (besides the fact that the market is crashing and the price of bananas is going up)? It’s the hideous, self-congratulatory, celebration behavior of some players – mostly adolescents, but some fully grown types, as well – who...