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I live about 3 minutes from The Break. But If I show up, I'm pretty sure NAOS and nateboz would sucker punch me in the face.
 
I live about 3 minutes from The Break. But If I show up, I'm pretty sure NAOS and nateboz would sucker punch me in the face.
I think NAOS lives in Cali and Nate lives in Colorado so you are safe

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Oh hey you guys. I might be down there, doubt it though. It would be good to see you all. It's been a while.
Were do you can home these days?
And post more. At least during the playoffs

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BTW, I'm almost certainly the best ping pong player on jazzfanz. Not sure if any of these places have a ping pong table, but if they do I'll upgrade my participation from doubtful to almost certain, and will take on any/all challengers. :)

Girl, please.

There is only one dude at work who can beat me, and he’s like 60 and is the most defensive player I’ve ever seen. Single games take 30-45 minutes because it’s nigh impossible to get anything by him. I beat him the very first time we played and haven’t beat him since (maybe 30 games). It’s infuriating.

HOWEVER, I see no possible way I lose to a geek like @colton — you’re mine, Sugar.
 
Girl, please.

There is only one dude at work who can beat me, and he’s like 60 and is the most defensive player I’ve ever seen. Single games take 30-45 minutes because it’s nigh impossible to get anything by him. I beat him the very first time we played and haven’t beat him since (maybe 30 games). It’s infuriating.

HOWEVER, I see no possible way I lose to a geek like @colton — you’re mine, Sugar.
I would watch

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Girl, please.

There is only one dude at work who can beat me, and he’s like 60 and is the most defensive player I’ve ever seen. Single games take 30-45 minutes because it’s nigh impossible to get anything by him. I beat him the very first time we played and haven’t beat him since (maybe 30 games). It’s infuriating.

HOWEVER, I see no possible way I lose to a geek like @colton — you’re mine, Sugar.

I'd rather have a meet up to watch this.

@colton I expect you to step it up, you just got called to the flagpole.
 
colton said:
BTW, I'm almost certainly the best ping pong player on jazzfanz. Not sure if any of these places have a ping pong table, but if they do I'll upgrade my participation from doubtful to almost certain, and will take on any/all challengers. :)
Girl, please.

There is only one dude at work who can beat me, and he’s like 60 and is the most defensive player I’ve ever seen. Single games take 30-45 minutes because it’s nigh impossible to get anything by him. I beat him the very first time we played and haven’t beat him since (maybe 30 games). It’s infuriating.

HOWEVER, I see no possible way I lose to a geek like @colton — you’re mine, Sugar.

I used to be pretty good myself when I was a kid. So was one of my friends:

At the middle table was the Tongue, a broad-shouldered boy with a pushed-in nose and shaggy hair. His fat, meaty tongue slid out, drooping, looping, and licking his lips. And every time he hit the ball, out it came. It was because of his tongue that everyone called him the Tongue. But his real name was Pete Pasquarella.

Not only was the Tongue a ruthless ping-pong competitor, but the toughest kid in River Valley Elementary. He was also the oldest, having flunked twice. Still, he was tough. The beatings he got from his father made him tough. And he proved it again just a few weeks before when he beat up a ninth-grader!

Bam! The Tongue's tongue shot out as he slammed one past LaDonna White, a tall, skinny black girl in the seventh grade. She was a good ping-pong player too, but not as good as the Tongue.

As Charles, Gino, and Kippy squeezed into a spot around the table, Gino gave the "high" sign to the Tongue, who nodded but didn't smile. Despite the mean look on the Tongue's face, his tongue always made Charles silly. Every time the Tongue served the ball his tongue curled almost all the way up to his nose, and every time he returned the ball, his tongue would dangle or lurch at the air. Charles couldn't help himself from giggling and he put his hand over his mouth. Gino shoved Charles in the ribs and whispered.

"Don't get the Tongue mad."

Back and forth the ball and tongue continued, and then out of the corner of his eye, the Tongue noticed Charles laughing. He wasn't looking straight at Charles, but if you knew the Tongue, you could tell he was mad because his face started turning red. And the madder, the redder. Harder and harder he hit the ball. Then he missed an easy shot, and his eyes narrowed upon Charles, who still couldn't stop laughing, and Charles never thought he ever saw the Tongue's face get so red. Realizing he was in big trouble, he got up and ran out of the Center and straight home as fast as he could.
 
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