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A Story of Friendship, Table Tennis, Searching,and Additional by Curt Frazier

By: Carey James

I've got a very great group of friends. We have a tendency to are tight ever since junior high. All people fancy the identical things, thus it is easy to possess a sensible time. One thing we have a tendency to extremely relish is hunting. Birds, huge game, tiny game, varmints, predators, it's all good. We tend to spent each fall weekend throughout high faculty out roughing it. Well, I use the term "roughing it" very loosely. My buddy's family owns 700 acres of prime hunting land with a very comfortable cabin (browse house) on the property. We tend to had it all; TV, satellite, video games, you name it.
However when we weren't out in the woods, guess what we tend to did? We played table tennis. Yes ping-pong, that classic game of wit, strength, ability, speed, and the ability to perfectly skip the ball off of the table and into your friend's nose. We have a tendency to anticipated our table tennis grudge matches almost as a lot of as our outdoor pursuits. The games usually lasted until midnight or later. This might not appear late to you, but once getting up at 5 AM to sit down in an exceedingly duck blind all day, staying up that late for anything was a sacrifice. However it absolutely was value it.
We tend to all have our arch rivals. It may be in faculty, or work, or maybe in your family. I do not mean rival within the comic book sense, I mean somebody with whom you're always in competition with for something. Well, I am no different. There was one of my buddies who was pretty smart at table tennis. Of course, it had been continuously one of us who left for home with the title of the best ponger (ya, I know it's not a word).
On one specific trip we tend to determined to possess a winner takes all tournament on the last night of the hunt, with a better of seven playoff to determine the champion. It would be just like the NBA finals, only while not the celebrities, TV coverage, intensity, money, fans, general interest, athletes, and, ok, it absolutely was to be nothing just like the NBA finals. Very little did I apprehend that in order for me to win, my buddy, who we'll decision John, would have to be electrocuted. Yes electrocuted, shocked, zapped, fried, to not death, but enough to throw off his game anyway.
In exchange for our liberal use of my friend's family property, we have a tendency to always did jobs once we went out there. We have a tendency to would spend a couple of hours every day doing work. Our tasks included; drywall installation, painting, hanging doors, building a deck, and on the day of the tournament, welding a steel porch in the rain. Yeah, I recognize that it doesn't seem sort of a smart plan, but high faculty guys are extremely, very robust (till they get a good current flowing through them).
Therefore there we tend to are working away happily within the drizzle. The smack speak was pouring down just like the bothersome rain, solely slightly thicker. Out of nowhere the welder stops working. "What the heck bro?" I ask John as he pulls up his welder's mask. "Must not be grounded well" he mutters as he fiddles with the connections, his hands soaking wet as he stands during a massive puddle. ZAP! The fuse visits as his body stiffens and he falls back into the mud.
Now before I'm going any further, I do understand the seriousness and danger of electricity, and that this could have been a lot of worse, but he was fine. After we tend to asserted that john was okay, we tend to place up the tools and went inside. We even had a smart laugh regarding our stupidity.
Now on to the tournament. Although John was to own no complications from the accident, he could not hit the ball to save his life. I might serve to him and he would completely miss the ball. He was having little "aftershocks" and his body was still managing what had happened. Now, a true friend would re-schedule the match, but not me. I wasted him. I felt reasonably dangerous till the next trip when he stole my crown in a way that left no doubt. I assume he even pelted me some times just for fun. The ethical of the story? I don't assume there is one. Simply do not beat up on a recently shocked buddy in table tennis or he can come back back at you with a vengeance.

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