Now It's A Match

Yes! I finally tied up the tournament. We had time for only one game tonight, which I won quite handily. TB isn't sick anymore, but he was full of clever tricks and excuses. First, he tried convince me that if he slams the ball in the goal so hard that it pops out and rolls back in, he gets two points. Uh, no, that's not how it works.

Then, get a load of this: when I had him on the ropes, he claimed he was losing because his pants were too long. I didn't know you had to have special pants to play foosball.

JSR is on a roll. Now, let's see how it goes over the weekend after I've had a few orange sodas.