Just got back from the table tennis club. Didn't play so well tonight, but had a good time. It was tournament night, and I got placed in a tough group for the round robin. Won one out of four in the first round. I felt pretty mellow tonight, not competitive. Don't know why.

I did give Gary a good run in the second round. We play the best of five games, and I took Gary to game 5, right down to the wire. I made him say sh** more than I've ever heard him use that word, and I take some pride in that, even though I lost. His use of obscenity assures me that he was trying very hard.

After that marathon match with Gary, I played a fellow whom I've beaten numerous times. He was gunning for me tonight, really focused, while I just didn't really care. If I had hunkered down with some requisite grim determination, the outcome would have been different. But he beat me, and I just congratulated him and then sat down with an "oh well" sigh. Next week I'll have to give him a good drubbing. I'm sure that's what Jesus would do.

Mike, one of the young whippersnapper who, I hate admitting, has jumped ahead of me in ability, is heading off for China this week. When I learned about that, I figured it was some kind of mission trip, and I was excited about that. Turns out he's actually going to a three-week tennis camp, a very intensive affair during which he'll learn from pros and play constantly. When he comes back, he'll have leapfrogged ahead of a number of players (I'll be left in the dust). Makes for a pretty expensive hobby, though.

I did end the night with a win. It was against Richard, a new fellow who hails from Ghana (and was quite proud, two weeks ago, of his national soccer team, which had beaten the US that week). He's a very enjoyable guy with a ready smile and a forehand which catches me off-guard...but not enough.