The girls are upstairs sleeping soundly after a fun trip to the mall. Alli, Jim, Gabe and I took a nighttime swim and now it’s already midnight. I am exhausted and ready for bed. But what am I doing instead? Listening to the sounds of an intensely competitive ping-pong game downstairs. This isn’t just your normal ping-pong game. This is a fight-to-the-death, winner-takes-all, loser-is-a-moron match. I don’t know who’s winning, since they’re both groaning and whooping down there. I just hope the girls don’t inherit their dad’s competitive streak, or else I suspect I will be witnessing many more loud and crazy ping-pong games in my basement.
#1 by Craig on July 17th, 2010
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Both Jim and Gabe better practice so as not to be too humiliated when facing real competition.