I love living in the city, but if there's one thing that compels me to the suburbs, it's the possibility of living in a house with room for a ping pong table. I LOVE ping pong. Growing up, Dad taught me how to play on an old, warped table in the garage. It had more dead spots than the parquet floor in the old Boston Garden. Someday, I'll get me a house with new table. Maybe even get married, so I'll have someone to play against.
On that theme, for today's FF, I ran across this little gem, which shows us, once again, the wasted talents of today's ungroomed hipsters. It has nothing to do with real ping pong, but it's impressive nonetheless. And you have to love that Rocky music playing in the background.
Happy Weekends!
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