Even worse than Eli Manning’s head-first slide tonight was my effort at the ping pong table last month against Fremont’s fiercest 80-year-old atheist, David Mandell.
I thought he’d be weighed down by that pin with with a slash through the word “God,” or slowed by his lack of footwear. But he was surprisingly nimble for an old fart, and he made mincemeat out of me.
My only solace is that Jesus likes me more, and that we weren’t playing for the Harper Street House, Berkeley, USA Ping-Pong Title, which I still hold.
The only thing worse than losing was having to write about it. The story ran Saturday. Read it here.