We come out of our Chinese Mom's womb with our hands tightly wrapped around a Ping Pong paddle.
Ok, maybe all of the above is not exactly true, but our passion for this game runs much deeper than the average person so we are better prepared for any match that comes our way. We know you know you've got a thorough beating coming when you're staring into our eyes while you're standing on the other end of the Ping Pong table. It doesn't matter the age or makeup, in the end, you're gonna lose...badly.
Take my grandma for instance. Bad eyes and bad knees, but in a Ping Pong match, I guarantee she's gonna beat you like a dirty Persian rug. My mom, dad, aunts, and uncles hobble around everywhere. They look like they could use the help of a walking cane when making the trip from the living room to the Ping Pong table. But once they're in front of that table they transform into a gold medal olympian. Reflexes faster than a speeding bullet when attacking the bouncing white ball. Ability to leap over buildings in a single bound to defense a long shot. The strength of locomotive behind every kill shot. The only way you'll stand a chance against these Crouching Tigers and Hidden Dragons is if you have the skills of a top 10 world-ranked Ping Pong professional.
They're like Yoda in Star Wars: Attack of the Clones.
One second he is limping gingerly towards Count Dooku, the next he's jumping off walls and running circle around Count Dooku in a lightsaber fight.
Yeah, it's exactly like that except we use Ping Pong paddles instead of lightsabers.
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