So how did my 6-year-old son, A., develop such wicked skills in ping pong?
He amazes me every day, but this afternoon he schooled me several times.
The day started out well. I was out for a walk with my daughter, C., when we spotted the mother of all yard sales.
I ended up picking up a ping pong table and paddles for just $10.
Back at home, I set it up on the patio. I lobbed a few gentle shots to A. just to get things going. Clearly, he was taking it easy on me.
During a second round later in the day, he didn’t hold back. He served the ball with spin, and several times it zipped past me in a white blur. Where he learned this, I don’t know. I got thumped often.
I’d like to think it was the heat that made me weak — Sacramento hit a high of 105 degrees right about the time we were playing. It had to be at least 100 in the shade of the patio.
But I can’t blame the temperature for everything. The kid has talent. Once he gets a little more practice, I’m in real trouble.