subject: Practice With Ping Pong Tables And A Wall [print this page] As a child, I have constantly been captivated with one sport and one sport only. Other kids with the same age used to be into football, basketball, or baseball. But I used to be the strange one out of everyone, I adored ping pong. It's difficult to explain why somebody loves a certain sports activity. A few folks appear to take pleasure in and be capable to engage in diverse sports, but you can find a few which merely adore one and only one sports activity and stick with it for the remainder of their lives. The obsession for the sport began when I strolled into my school gymnasium and witnessed an individual playing ping pong versus a wall. He had the ping pong tables placed on the foot of the wall and this individual was hitting that little orange ball using a huge amount of power, repeatedly.
For some reason, that sight seemed strange yet fascinating to me. Every time that guy hit the ball so hard, it would bounce against the wall at such a speed that he had to be able to control it and return it back successfully. At first I thought it was crazy, but I ended up enjoying the times I went to watch the guy. I watched him every afternoon at the same time for days and days, until the days turned into weeks. I never bothered him, and he never minded me.
Except for that day when I discovered that, this individual has not been there. I had been waiting for nearly fifteen minutes for him, until I became bored to death. That was the time when I decided to try it myself. I had to firstly put together one of the ping pong tables just like he did. It had taken quite some time in order to tighten the net, and set up the table itself because I had been simply some scrawny nerdy child. Right after I completed all that, I was already perspiring a lot. After that I picked up the racket and began to serve the ball slowly. After watching the man do it for a long time, I had been able to serve it up correctly. But I always experienced difficulties every moment the ball came back against the wall. Occasionally I could not reach it and it overshoots me, and occasionally when I do reach it, my return volley misfires and eventually ends up somewhere else.
I was doing this for almost an hour or so, I could not remember clearly, but I heard someone clear his throat behind me. I looked back, and it was the guy. Apparently he was really late. He asked me if I wanted to learn ping pong, and of course I said yes. He then told me to move the ping pong table and handed me a racket and start to teach me how to properly play the sport.
He coached me the fundamentals, how to grasp a racket, the basic rules, the best way to back hand, the best way to serve correctly, the best way to aim, every little thing. It was simply after those grueling first handful of weeks that he allowed me play against him. Whenever we played he went easy on me, but over time he started to play harder and harder. When I asked him to give me a break, all he said was, ping pong is really a fast sport and to play much better and defeat him, I would certainly have to play and practice against the wall. This individual told me to get one of these ping pong tables and train together with him daily. That was the beginning of my ping pong obsession.
