Ping pong has recently come back into my life in a big way. My close friend Ryan Fisher will be opening SPiN Toronto this summer - a 12,000 sq. foot ping pong social club in the heart of Toronto’s swanky King West neighbourhood - a refreshing addition to the swath of restaurants and clubs. Franchised from the super successful New York establishment, SPiN is a place for players at all levels and brings about a buzz as unique as the sport itself.
In light of this summer’s impending opening of SPiN Toronto, Ryan has boldly gone where few condo owners have gone before and acquired a ping pong table for his personal domain. It has become the de facto gathering place where we get ourselves into form for a night on the town, a pre-escape escape that often leads to the missing of last call, an occurrence that has happened on numerous occasions. And on the nights when we successfully drag ourselves away from the lure of the paddle, it usually ends up becoming the after-party location where we gather to pong the night away often with strangers in tow.
All this talk about ping pong is making me thirsty. Thirsty for the dominance that has so far eluded me from our top 2 players. You know who you are and know that I am coming for you.
Goddamn, I can’t wait to get my paddle on.