Championship Volley

I hauled myself up from the park bench directly onto the green concrete table tennis table. Sitting right near the perforated steel net was a stray white ping-pong ball. You would probably tell me that a crochet doll without a paddle has no business playing sports, but that just shows your total lack of athletic vision. I planted my rounded base on the white centerline, leaned forward, and gave the hollow ball a solid shove with my chest. It shot across the smooth table, ricocheted off the metal net with a sharp hollow pop, and rolled right back for another hit. Don't even try arguing that wasn't championship-level form.