Table Hockey Hijinks !!hot!! [TOP]

I line up a shot. I channel my inner Al Iafrate. I shove the rod.

"THAT’S A GOAL! HOUSE RULES! CEILING SHOT COUNTS!" Me: "THERE IS NO HOUSE RULE FOR ASTROPHYSICS!" The Aftermath We called it a draw because the cat threw up the pretzel water, and the lasagna was charcoal.

Time slows down. The puck hits the ceiling fan blade. The ceiling fan is on. Thwack-thwack-thwack. table hockey hijinks

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By: The Midnight Gamer Reading Time: 6 minutes I line up a shot

The puck stops dead on the goal line. Half of it is over the red line. Half isn’t. Dave claims it’s a goal. I claim he needs glasses. We spend ten minutes arguing about the "intent" of the puck. (Spoiler: The puck has no intent. It’s a piece of plastic.)

There is a special kind of chaos that erupts when two competitive souls lock eyes across a 24-inch sheet of chrome-steel rods and cracked plastic. I’m not talking about air hockey’s noisy, puck-scooping anarchy. I’m talking about the pure, uncut adrenaline of (or "Rod Hockey," for the purists). "THAT’S A GOAL

The buzzer sounds.