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Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

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Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

Dana Dovey: Coffee Drinkers Rejoice! Your Cup Of Joe Can Prevent Death From Liver Disease

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The Kosher Gourmet by Marlene Parrish A gift of hazelnuts keeps giving --- for a variety of nutty recipes: Entree, side, soup, dessert

April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

John Ericson: Older Women: Save Your Heart, Prevent Stroke Don't Drink Diet

John Ericson: Why 50 million Americans will still have spring allergies after taking meds

Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

The Kosher Gourmet by Sharon Thompson Anyone can make a salad, you say. But can they make a great salad? (SECRETS, TESTED TECHNIQUES + 4 RECIPES, INCLUDING DRESSINGS)

April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review July 17, 2009 / 25 Tamuz 5769

Ping pong — game on!

By Lori Borgman

Lori Borgman


http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | When you think of Las Vegas, you think of casinos, blackjack tables, slot machines, floor shows and Wayne Newton. And ping pong.


That's right, ping pong has gone to Vegas.


They say we are scaling back our travel, entertainment and consumption these days in light of the bad economy. Ping pong that can draw a crowd in Vegas is proof that we have officially become more sedate.


A lot of people think of ping pong as a basement game for nerds.


A lot of people are wrong.


Ping pong is a dangerous and violent sport involving partial nudity. At least it was the last time we played.


Everything we know about ping pong we learned at the Huas.


The Huas were our neighbors years ago. They were an extremely intelligent Chinese couple with two young sons. I gave their oldest boy piano lessons and they worked with our boy on math.


They invited us over for burgers one night. Their youngest, who was then 2, had been circumcised earlier that day in the family's on-going effort to blend with American culture. He was running around with a long shirt on, naked beneath it so that, although covered, his sore and tender parts could still breathe free.


After dinner, our hosts invited us to the basement to play ping pong. It sounded fun and, frankly, the husband and I weren't half bad at ping pong.


We served. Our hosts returned with a spin that ricocheted off the table and made an indentation on the basement wall. When they served, the ball blew past us and lodged in their furnace intake.


We weren't half-bad, we were horrible.


We then suggested that our hosts play each other and we would watch. He served with a wicked spin; she returned with a scorching slam.


A white meteor shot from one side of the table to the other. Between hits they began lunging into the air, spinning a full turn and screaming, "NO MUSSY!"


It was hard to hear above the five kids yelling, including the little one with the long shirt who would periodically stop running to say, "Ouie," but we eventually realized they were screaming, "NO MERCY!"


"NO MUSSY!" WHAM!


I took cover behind a small love seat and sheltered the children, all except the semi-naked one that continued running circles around the ping pong table.


"NO MUSSY FOR YOU!" SLAM!


They played the ball from the edge of the table, the middle of the table and under the table.


BAM! "NO MUSSY!"


Eventually the ball went up in a puff of smoke and a small piece of melted plastic smoldered on the ping pong table.


Never had we seen ping pong played with such force. Never had we seen football, rugby, ice hockey or nuclear tests played with such force.


We are not surprised that ping pong went to Vegas. Sure, they'll have to spice up the game's allure (perhaps put players in women's Olympic beach volleyball uniforms), but it is just a matter of time before ping pong outgrows Vegas and becomes a worldwide phenomenon with matches on pay-per-view.


If anyone named Hua is on the player list, we are definitely watching.

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