At New York Mets Fan Fest Saturday afternoon, at Citi Field around 2:20 p.m. ET, I played ping pong against Jacob Rhame. He beat me handily. I spend weeks playing ping pong every summer and improve mightily, then steadily decline until June, when I pick up a paddle again. So I was off my form.
I didn’t mention this to Rhame, of course, because it would have sounded weak. The final score was 11-4, and the game wasn’t even that close, since Rhame buried two slams in the net up 10-2 before finally sealing the win.