Not much can rival my love for air hockey. Poo-poo on foosball, don't even mention it to me.
Am I good at it? Not necessarily. But I have an over-enthusiasm that makes up for any lack of skill. I don't think there's much more fun to be had than a great night of air hockey with the people you love. I'm really excited that Tiffany has given me all her pictures from the wedding weekend, and I've spent all morning delighting over them. I'll share more soon, but first I wanted to share the awesomeness of the hockey. I dream that one day, one glorious day, I'll have my own table at home, and I'll have tournaments all night long until my arm is quite broken from the strain, listening to awesome music.
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Look at your speedy hand! It is in two places at once. You are like the Flash!
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