Ode To A Discarded Bat
At the back of the cupboard your station now
No cover to protect your power
Crumbling sponge, handle split, mouldy blade
Mice teeth marks in your rubber
But it wasn't always like this
Remember those days long ago
Flashing drives, vicious chops, stunning loops
Opponents vanquished and humbled
The crowd's acclaim
But no more
The game changed but you could not
Rest easy old friend..
It looks like summer has finally arrived and table tennis is unlikely to be our top priority right now. Perhaps it's time for something different until the summer competitions get under way. First up is a poignant tribute to an old friend...