Tricky Muscularity

If we’re being honest, table tennis is kind of dinky. It’s a game played in the interstitial moments of life: between meals at a resort, in a basement belonging to someone you’d rather not hang out with. It doesn’t feel like a sport and certainly doesn’t read like one. Chasing a ball around a table is an exercise in humiliation. Even its name is derivative, an add-on to tennis, an actual sport with running and strength and speed. Is there even enough room to run in ping-pong?