Table Tennis Club
Woohoo! I found a few table tennis clubs around my area. They’re also USA Table Tennis (USATT) Sanctioned Clubs. That means when I join, I can enter official tournaments, etc. I look forward to join along with my dad if possible or if he’s interested. He used to play a lot before. He taught me how to spin, “chop,” and “lob” balls. It’ll be a great chance for me to spend more time and hang out with my dad. Also to improve my game and get some exercise. I really miss playing so much. I used to join a table tennis club at university and play a few tournaments (still have a record here). I absolutely love smashing and all that good stuff!! :) I also love the atmosphere of competing in tournaments! My style grip is the “shakehand” one. My strength is in forehand smashes while my weaknesss is more on my backhand… If you ever play me, you now know my weakness. 
September 2nd, 2006 at 5:45 am | Permalink
Hm, but you see, the problem is: knowing your weakness is not the same as being able to exploit it.
On the other hand (no pun intended…well, okay, maybe a little pun
), because I’m so tricky, I do believe I can accomplish both, thereby smashing you to smithereens with my right upper-cut! Er, I mean, backhand. 
BTW, I suppose this isn’t exactly “gentlemanly behavior,” but I gotta admit it’s pretty hard to be gentlemanly when engaged in the blood sport known as table tennis.
Just kidding.
Seriously, though, I’m actually terrible at table tennis, so I bet you’d wipe the floor clean with me. Without even breaking a sweat, too. And using only one arm. I mean, one hand. I mean, one finger. I mean, your pinky.
However, if you were to play me in the sport of procrastination, then, I’m sorry to break it to you, Jessica, but I’m unbeatable.
September 3rd, 2006 at 2:26 pm | Permalink
Hi tricky Patrick-y, that’s hilarious. Ha ha ha…
Speaking of table tennis being a blood sport, you should read this New York Times article from yesterday. It says table tennis is “more Zen than blood sport.” 
Maybe there’s some truth to that…what do you think? 
Seriously, though, the worst injury I’ve ever had was the ball hitting my right eye, and for a few seconds it went blurry. But thankfully all is well after that. Thanks for your early warning, by the way, ’cause if I do ever play against you, I’ll be sure to watch out for your right upper-cut… Er, I mean, your mighty powerful backhand. 