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And then—. Not of a puck, but of all pretense of sanity.

Silence.

And somewhere, in the greasy heart of every basement bar, table hockey gods nodded in approval. Because the best hijinks aren’t about winning. They’re about watching two grown adults lose their absolute minds over a game the size of a shoebox. table hockey hijinks mofos

Score was 2–2. Sudden death. Jen’s winger broke free on a breakaway. Marcus, out of options, leaned over and blew on the puck. It rolled left, hit a crack in the table, and slid—agonizingly slow—into his own net again. And then—