Table it

I'm not a natural athlete. I played sports in high school and always got by on speed and aggressiveness, not skill. 

But my family did have a Ping Pong table in our basement and my brother and sister and I could spend hours playing. I won't say I was good, but I wasn't bad. Not bad at all. 

I probably hadn't played in a good ten years until last night when I found myself at the Fat Cat in the West Village, just your regular bar with beer, live jazz, ping pong, checkers and more.  

I was a little rough around the edges, I'll admit, but I still had a mean serve. And while my opponent won, it was not an easy victory. (And I later schooled him in shuffleboard.)

 This all makes me think: I need a  game room. Or maybe just a dining room-slash-Ping Pong table.