Just back from a long weekend in Gatlinburg - Pigeon Forge, honestly - and from remembering how spectacular pink pong is as a sport. I totally dig ping pong, and I love playing with just about anybody...and that last part can be a bit misleading.
I loved having a ping pong table in the chalet, and I dug playing ping pong the half dozen times that we played. That sort of thing makes me almost forget that playing ping pong solo isn't the same as having somebody around. When my family moved into our new house - 'round about my freshman year in high school - we got a ping pong table, and I got pretty good at it 'cause I got to play against my parents - both pretty decent - on a regular basis. Then I headed to college and got to play ping pong in the basement of the frat house for most of my freshman year (after that I had to do some actual work and got my own room, doncha know).
But then I moved away, and the girl certainly isn't into ping pong, so I don't play nearly as much as I'd like to.
Of course, my basement doesn't really have the room for a ping pong table - at least not the way it's set up now - but I did get to thinking about what sorts of stuff would make up the absolutely perfect basement.