July 13, 2009
What is it about hitting a little white ball on a big green table that brings out the animal in me?
Not just me either. No one in the Meredith household likes to lose a game of ping pong. And sometimes we get just a little bit nasty–slammed balls that crack, spun balls that are nearly impossible to hit, dinked balls that leave you sprawling on the table. But all’s fair in love and ping pong, is it not?
There’s all kinds of reasons that ping-pong is such a good game: it’s fun, it’s not too strenuous (most of the time), it’s easy to pick up spontaneously, anyone can learn it without too much effort, and it is one “physical” activity that a mom can actually beat her 19-year-old son in. In fact, it’s probably the only physical game where I can lovingly hand TJ a defeat.
But as any good parent will tell their children, it’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you play the game….right? It’s the laughter at a ridiculous shot, the gleam in my daughter’s eyes when she manages to beat mom, the ping pong balls that end up in the pool, the surprise on my son’s face when mom manages an Andy Roddick return. Yep, ping pong is good for family.
Anyone up for a game at the Merediths?