You could keep playing ping pong in your life, if you were so inclined, but what would be the point, really, when the ultimate and most chill ping pong thing has already happened, and it wasn't you who did it, so why even bother?
The man in red—having tasted glory only to have it shoved down his throat, backwards, without looking—glances towards the camera. He shrugs his shoulders. What can he do? What can any of us do?
"Two points," the man in blue, the chillest man in the world, proclaims. He punctuates his victory. "And a pizza."
[h/t Digg]
