The Magic Of The Air Hockey Table
My brother is fond of playing on the air hockey table. During rainy weather he would run along with his friend to the pub at the end of the street to play air hockey. When he came home, he would animatedly describe how he sent the puck flying mid-air or how his knuckles grazed when the hard plastic disk hit him. And I would listen to him awe struck. When I expressed my wish to watch him at play, he agreed. One day I went to the pub. The room was lit by a low-hanging yellow light bulb. The air hockey table had a primary blue surface. About ten people, mostly in their teens were gathered around the air hockey table and cheering the players. I joined them and watched as the game progressed.
Every time, the puck entered the air hockey table goal box, there was a huge uproar. At one point of time, a player swore that the other side of the table was more favorable and wanted to switch sides. The audience was divided in its support for the players. The player walked away. But the game continued. It seemed to be the fastest table sport in the world. Though I am not sure of the origin of this game, it was at its height of fame during the seventies. During the ensuing years, it gained popularity but not up to the championship level. The air hockey has become a stopgap game in cold and wet weather.
No Comments »
RSS feed for comments on this post.
| TrackBack URI
You can also bookmark
this on del.icio.us or check the cosmos