What begins as a gentleman’s game usually ends with a flipped coffee table, a war crime of a "body check," and someone’s wedding ring flying into the fish tank.
We shake hands. "Good game," we lie. Dave wins the face-off (read: he slaps the center rod so hard the magnet falls off the puck). He charges down the left wing. table hockey hijinks
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The puck ricochets off the fan, hits the lampshade, bounces off Dave’s forehead, and lands directly into my goal. hits the lampshade