Our high-tech, full-color score board. It was a big decision to keep score as we weren’t sure everyone was mentally ready to accept losing a game. It’s Seattle you know, we don’t want anyone feeling down because they’re losers.
Turns out, I’m the one getting beat up on.
When Manny moved into the basement, we had to move the Ping Pong table out to the garage. We were excited to have him move in but we were bummed about exiling the table from the house. It was December, cold and dark, and the table sat folded up for the next few months.
Finally, about a month ago, it warmed up enough that you could hang out in the garage with just a jacket. We hung some overhead lights, bought a new bucket of balls and the Spring Ping Pong Season began.
Manny and Michele in action:
Chuckling Monkey 