I haven’t played ping pong in almost 40 years until Saturday evening.  I took on granddaughter Payton in a grinding, one-on-one bout that matched youthful exuberance against crafty experience.

I don’t think either youthful exuberance or crafty experience was particularly effective, because sustained volleys were rare.  But we had a few laughs and got some exercise.

Besides, who ever heard of a grandfather beating up on his granddaughter?  Grandkids are always supposed to win.

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