At Killerspin, we love to hear how our people developed their love for ping pong. One of our newest clients, John, shared his story with us about why he is purchasing a ping pong table this Father’s Day. It was so moving that we had to share it with you. Happy Father’s Day to you, John. Enjoy your Ping Pong Sundays.
When I was about 8, my father brought home our very first ping pong table, four very worn paddles, and a box of ping pong balls.
“When I was young, people had a very different idea of what it meant to spend quality time with family. We didn’t stare down at our iPads while our kids played on the jungle gym. We didn’t fight over the remote control. We went outside and played catch. We all sat down to dinner and ate without interruption from the chimes of our emails.
I was born in New York to an immigrant family. My mother and father both worked long hours at a glass factory, usually working overtime and double shifts so that they could provide for us kids and give us the promise of a better life and the American dream. They made sure to work opposite shifts, sacrificing their time with each other, so someone was always home to make dinner, help with homework, and tuck us into bed. My parents both took off of work on Sundays so that we could have quality time together as a family.
When I was about 8, my father brought home our very first ping pong table, four very worn paddles, and a box of ping pong balls. One of the guys at the factory had mentioned he was getting rid of his old table, and offered it to my dad. Looking back on it now, it was an almost comically dilapidated table. The net hung sort of crooked, one of the legs was extremely wobbly, and the white paint markings on the table were so chipped that playing doubles was always a creative challenge. When I was a boy, though, I thought that ping pong table was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
Every Sunday, my mother, father, sister, and I would all play ping pong until dinnertime. We’d have tournaments once a month, and since we didn’t have much money, my father fashioned a trophy out of aluminum foil. The tournament winner would get the trophy for a whole month, and bragging rights of course. We spent all of our Sundays laughing, talking, and fiercely competing against one another. Ping Pong Sundays happened every week until I left for college. When I would come home for the holidays and Summer Vacation, we’d always pick up where we left off, laughing, talking, and playing ping pong.
I graduated from college debt-free thanks to my very hard working parents. I moved on to have a great job, get married, and have children of my own. My dad passed away two years ago, and I still miss him and our talks over the ping pong table every day. Now that my oldest son is 8, I’m going to commemorate my father this Father’s Day with a brand new Killerspin Revolution SVR ping pong table. I want to continue the tradition of Ping Pong Sundays with my children. I’m going to follow in my dad’s footsteps and use a creative tournament trophy: my dad’s old ping pong paddle.”
Looking to follow John’s footsteps and bring the joy of ping pong to your family? Check out some of our favorite Father’s Day ping pong gifts!