watching an hour of ping pong
on tv.
it's the Olympics,
so you're a loser
if you don't watch it.
it's a Chinese dude and a young
man from
Finland.
they are drenched
in sweat
and look anxious and tired
in their struggle
to the death.
the world seems to be on
hold until this ends.
it's a wild match.
back and forth with furious
volleys.
the mad clicking
of the paddles against
the ball.
the screaming from
the crowd.
it's actually kind of amazing
how fast they are.
the reflexes.
it's the not
the ping pong
we played
with our friends in
the basement
while we drank beer,
hardly getting the ball
over the sagging net,
with the ball flying
off the table,
and the dog running off with it.
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