I made a very interesting observation while I was visiting with family in Michigan two weeks ago. Everyone on my dad’s side of the family can play ping pong. Not just play, but PLAY. Even my aunts were showing people up. They are like 5’2″ and wailing the ball back and forth. Really an amazing sight to see. I didn’t know that you could inherit a ping pong gene, but I guess it’s true.
I talked smack for the last two years to my dad that he was old, rickety, weak, etc. I told him he couldn’t hang with the powerful pong master that I had become. Then he beat me. Repeatedly. I was humbled. And motivated.
I am now on the search for a ping pong table. I will set it up in my living room (don’t tell Dara). Then I will perfect the art of the pong. Then I will beat my dad.
We also have a bit of a competitive streak in the Docusen family 🙂