Practice

Saturday AM and I heard a sound in the basement.  It wasn't an unfamiliar sound, just a sound that I don't usually associate with Saturday mornings.  It was the ping of the ping-pong table getting some use.  Hmmmmm....I smiled. Must have something to do with the Friday night before. 

Little background for you.  For as long as I can remember, my Dad (AKA Papa these days) could beat pretty much any ping-pong player that came his way.  Until Senior came his way.  Senior had a reputation as being a ping-pong king.  Since then, it has always been stiff competition and no matter who came around, Senior or Papa would take them down. 

A couple of weeks ago, Papa showed up and some of Bernina's friends were in the basement playing ping-pong.  Of course, Papa, couldn't resist a little friendly competition and headed down to show those boys a few things.  Within a few minutes, he was back upstairs and commented to Senior, "There is a kid down there with a pretty good hit."  Well, apparently Senior should have listen up and freshened up his ping-pong skills because Friday night out our house Senior got schooled.  Big time.  At least three times.  By a fifteen-year-old boy. 

But you know Senior...he is practicing...hoping for a rematch soon.

(Ping-pong isn't the only thing that gets competitive around our place.  Here is a pix of Papa after an early AM thanksgiving day basketball game at the condo went south when Senior's head caused a trip to the ER and several stitches for Papa.  Good thing Senior has a forgiving father-in-law.  They made it back in time for turkey in case you were wondering)