If the HAC ping pong table could talk!

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The HAC ping pong table in the miniature golf course was a great place to hang out.  It was a place for a date, a quick pick up game, or a serious match.  Do you have any good stories from the ping pong area?

*Prophet had a great story on another thread.  I hope he will post it again here.
 
Was that in the mini golf area? If so, did you know Roger Casteel's office had a "back" door that went into that mini golf courtyard?
 
kaba said:
Was that in the mini golf area? If so, did you know Roger Casteel's office had a "back" door that went into that mini golf courtyard?
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Yes, it was in the mini golf area.  If you walked into the mini golf course you were on a platform.  On the right side of the enclosed courtyard in a lower area was the ping pong table.  There was an upper area where you would watch.  I believe there was a door on the far end beyond a small fence area.
 
I think I hit a few windows while playing mini golf, dont remember playing ping pong.
 
During my Junior and Senior year there were several of us that got pretty good at ping pong.  We played it every minute we had time.  Friday and Saturday evening was prime time! 

Some of you may remember a guy on maintenance named Chris Bonesteel (sq?).  He was a geeky looking guy with large thick glasses.  One day he stopped down and wanted to play.  Of course, we thought, "Let's have some fun with this clown".  What we didn't realize is that Chris was a member of a ping pong club in the greater Chicago area.  Wow, could he play!

He had some very fancy, expensive paddles.  I ended up buying one from him and used it for several years.  I'm not sure how he pulled it off, but he would bring guys from his ping pong club to play against us on Saturday evenings.  We had some great times! 
 
If the HAC ping-pong table could talk, it would tell you that it was completely responsible for the beginning of a beautiful love story between me and my future husband!
I had a work scholarship job in the bakery where there were big windows looking out to the lower ping-pong table.  I saw this cutie-pie playing there regularly and decided that I needed to meet him.  Sooooooo.....I went to the mini-golf area and saw either Smellin' or his brother playing with a hand-held football game.  (Pretty high-tech for 1980!) I asked if I could borrow it and he let me!  So, I took it over to the stairs that went down to the lower ping-pong table and waited til cutie-pie was done with a game.  As he walked up those stairs, I walked down (it was narrow...he HAD to notice me!).  I said "Excuse me....could you show me how to play this game?"  Poor fellow....he thought I was talking about that hand-held football game (giggle!). The rest is history.  We dated all 4 years of college and got married 2 weeks after graduation.  This past January we celebrated our 30th anniversary!  I owe it all to the HAC ping pong table!
 
If the HAC ping pong table could talk......


"uuuuuuuuummmmmmm..........They're kissing!"
 
cast.sheep said:
If the HAC ping-pong table could talk, it would tell you that it was completely responsible for the beginning of a beautiful love story between me and my future husband!
I had a work scholarship job in the bakery where there were big windows looking out to the lower ping-pong table.  I saw this cutie-pie playing there regularly and decided that I needed to meet him.  Sooooooo.....I went to the mini-golf area and saw either Smellin' or his brother playing with a hand-held football game.  (Pretty high-tech for 1980!) I asked if I could borrow it and he let me!  So, I took it over to the stairs that went down to the lower ping-pong table and waited til cutie-pie was done with a game.  As he walked up those stairs, I walked down (it was narrow...he HAD to notice me!).  I said "Excuse me....could you show me how to play this game?"  Poor fellow....he thought I was talking about that hand-held football game (giggle!). The rest is history.  We dated all 4 years of college and got married 2 weeks after graduation.  This past January we celebrated our 30th anniversary!  I owe it all to the HAC ping pong table!
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You shameless hussy!! :)  That is a great story!
 
cast.sheep said:
If the HAC ping-pong table could talk, it would tell you that it was completely responsible for the beginning of a beautiful love story between me and my future husband!
I had a work scholarship job in the bakery where there were big windows looking out to the lower ping-pong table.  I saw this cutie-pie playing there regularly and decided that I needed to meet him.  Sooooooo.....I went to the mini-golf area and saw either Smellin' or his brother playing with a hand-held football game.  (Pretty high-tech for 1980!) I asked if I could borrow it and he let me!  So, I took it over to the stairs that went down to the lower ping-pong table and waited til cutie-pie was done with a game.  As he walked up those stairs, I walked down (it was narrow...he HAD to notice me!).  I said "Excuse me....could you show me how to play this game?"  Poor fellow....he thought I was talking about that hand-held football game (giggle!). The rest is history.  We dated all 4 years of college and got married 2 weeks after graduation.  This past January we celebrated our 30th anniversary!  I owe it all to the HAC ping pong table!
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Awwwwww.......my heart skipped a beat and now I have the warm fuzzies after reading your ping pong romance story!  :D
Awesome story!
 
RAIDER said:
During my Junior and Senior year there were several of us that got pretty good at ping pong.  We played it every minute we had time.  Friday and Saturday evening was prime time! 

Some of you may remember a guy on maintenance named Chris Bonesteel (sq?).  He was a geeky looking guy with large thick glasses.  One day he stopped down and wanted to play.  Of course, we thought, "Let's have some fun with this clown".  What we didn't realize is that Chris was a member of a ping pong club in the greater Chicago area.  Wow, could he play!

I suppose the question hacker nation will ask is, "Why on a Saturday night would you be at the college playing ping pong when you should be visiting and working on your bus route?"

He had some very fancy, expensive paddles.  I ended up buying one from him and used it for several years.  I'm not sure how he pulled it off, but he would bring guys from his ping pong club to play against us on Saturday evenings.  We had some great times!
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Had a ping pong table in our basement growing up. Had one at the Christian school I attended. I was very good at ping pong. Got to HAC and in six years never picked up a paddle.

#dedicatedbusworker
#whatiswrongwiththerestofyou?
#liberalsquareministry
#walkingaroundthelakeprayingforpower

:D
 
IFB X-Files said:
Tom Brennan said:
#liberalsquareministry
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Shouldn't that be "libertysquareministry"?  Or is there a deeper meaning to your faux pas?
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What? You never called it Liberal Square? Then you must BE ONE! Everybody but the liberals knew that those who spent Saturday nights on campus instead of on a busroute in Chicago were stinkin' liberals.
 
Jim Alter (currently Pastor Jim Alter) lived in the area with his family who attended FBCH.  Jim was a freshman at HAC when I was a junior.  He would ride his motorcycle to HAC to attend classes.  He usually hung around the college in the evenings.  He loved sports and played most of them.

Jim had reddish/sand colored hair.  He was short in stature and had a semi-short fuse from time-to-time.  He played ping pong with our group and was pretty good.  Most everyone hit their paddle on the table in frustration every once in a while.  Jim had a way of taking things to the next level.

Several yards behind one end of the table was a picket fence that was about thigh high.  One evening while we were playing, the Alt (as we affectionately called him) was having a bad night at the table.  He missed a shot, turned around, charged the picket fence, and kicked it as hard as he could.  Needless to say, down crashed the fence.  We laughed till we cried.  Jim, of course, looked around to see if there was a Hacker getting ready to turn him in.
 
Another Jim Alter ping pong table story!  One evening Jim had been playing poorly.  He had yelled at himself, hit his paddle on the table, and kicked the brick wall a couple of times.  As the evening progressed, he reached a point of ultimate boil.  He grabbed the end of the table, lifted it up with all his might, and threw it.  The whole table collapsed and fell to the ground.  The rest of us were laughing and mad at the same time.  We were worried that he had broke the table.  Fortunately, we put it back up and it was ok.
 
When we played ping pong it was an event.  Trash talk was a must.  There would be 6 or 8 of us rotating while playing doubles - winners stay, losers go to the back of the line.  The balcony "viewing area" was a prime place to harass those that were heavily involved in the game.

During one evening's festivities a newer HAC student decided he wanted to play.  He was decent, but very rusty.  We had no mercy on anyone.  We were all chirping at him from the viewing area.  We got to him quickly.  He came charging toward us, jumped and grabbed the top of the wall, and started swinging his paddle at us while screaming.

Precious memories.  :)   
 
Trash talk and yelling were common in the ping pong area.  Sometimes when an individual made a mistake they would yell their own name in disgust.  We had a fellow named Dan that occasionally played.  One day he missed an easy shot and yelled, "Dan!!".  Yes, you guessed it!  Some Hacker heard him yell and turned him in for cussing.  Great times.  :)
 
No wonder you are such a disgruntled critic that you are the unofficial Captain of the FFF!  You spent entirely too much time playing ping pong that you could have spent on your bus route!
 
Binaca Chugger said:
No wonder you are such a disgruntled critic that you are the unofficial Captain of the FFF!  You spent entirely too much time playing ping pong that you could have spent on your bus route!
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My ping pong years began when I joined the Youth Ministry.  :)
 
When singles was being played, a line would form for the next person to play the winner of the game.  Usually the line consisted of "serious" players.  Every now and then some Hacker would drift into the ping pong area and decide he wanted to play a game.  He would get in line and await his turn.  Most of the time the Hacker was terrible at the game. 

We would hope that whoever was playing the Hacker could skunk them quickly and send them on their way so we could get back to "serious" play.  7-0 or 11-1 was a skunk.  Those of us waiting in line would hoop and holler as the ball was heading the Hacker's direction.  I can still see the shocked look on their face.  :)
 
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