If the HAC ping pong table could talk!

[prophet]

Quote from: Binaca Chugger on September 05, 2014, 11:13:27 AM

Quote from: RAIDER on September 05, 2014, 08:35:35 AM

<b>"What was the main purpose of the room to the side of the ping pong table?"


True story.  My first week or so as a freshman, I was down there playing pingpong, and some well-meaning guy was trying to set me up with a date. I told him that I wasnt there to date (I had lived a wild life for several years, and wanted to get established first). He said "what are you, a fag?"
Without missing a return, I back-kicked him in the mouth, with my Ostrich boots, and kept ponging.
It was a close match, that had gone into the upper 20's, and I didn't want to lose just to smite some scorner.
Needless to say, he didnt press the issue, and we have been fast friends since.
The girl wasnt really attractive,  anyway, and I didn't want to say that out loud.

 

[RAIDER]

My favorite HAC ping pong story involved Owen Ivey (aka The Ive).  Owen was one of the guys that spent every free minute at the table.  He was a pretty good player.  He also had a bit of a temper every now and then.  He had never reached the destruction level of Jim Alter (see previous posts), but he was known to lose it every once in a while.

Next to the ping pong area was the HAC bakery.  There was a huge exhaust fan between the bakery and the ping pong area.  One afternoon Owen got a bit angry and slammed his paddle against the fan.  Some Hacker saw him and immediately turned him into Dr. Evans.

A couple of days later Owen received a letter from Dr. Evans in his mail box.  The letter banned him from the ping pong table for the rest of the semester.  Needless to say, The Ive was not happy.  He even went to Dr. Evans to appeal.  It didn't work.

I can still hear him saying, "Stinkin' Alter tips the table over, pounds his paddle of the table, and kicks a fence over and gets to continue to play.  One time I hit my paddle on an exhaust fan and I am banned for the rest of the semester."  We hated to lose The Ive, but we did have some fun teasing him about it for quite some time. 

 

[Tennessean]

My favorite HAC ping pong story involved Owen Ivey (aka The Ive).  Owen was one of the guys that spent every free minute at the table.  He was a pretty good player.  He also had a bit of a temper every now and then.  He had never reached the destruction level of Jim Alter (see previous posts), but he was known to lose it every once in a while.

Next to the ping pong area was the HAC bakery.  There was a huge exhaust fan between the bakery and the ping pong area.  One afternoon Owen got a bit angry and slammed his paddle against the fan.  Some Hacker saw him and immediately turned him into Dr. Evans.

A couple of days later Owen received a letter from Dr. Evans in his mail box.  The letter banned him from the ping pong table for the rest of the semester.  Needless to say, The Ive was not happy.  He even went to Dr. Evans to appeal.  It didn't work.

I can still hear him saying, "Stinkin' Alter tips the table over, pounds his paddle of the table, and kicks a fence over and gets to continue to play.  One time I hit my paddle on an exhaust fan and I am banned for the rest of the semester."  We hated to lose The Ive, but we did have some fun teasing him about it for quite some time.

If you have contact with him see if he still has the letter. It would be a hoot to see it posted here.

 

[Smellin Coffee]

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!

I don't recall the incident but I'm glad for the final results! We Barbers are not really known for being great matchmakers despite having married wonderfully...

 

[Smellin Coffee]

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!

The 3 best players I remember playing were Chris Bonesteel, Dennis Shogren (sp?) and Jimmy "the Greek" Mimidas (sp?).

FYI, my dad designed that courtyard into the mini golf course and I spent many an hour pulling out those dang evergreen bushes that were planted there (before they put the roof on) as well as landscaping that thing. For being on a very limited budget, it turned out in a halfway decent manner.

 

[RAIDER]

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!

The 3 best players I remember playing were Chris Bonesteel, Dennis Shogren (sp?) and Jimmy "the Greek" Mimidas (sp?).

FYI, my dad designed that courtyard into the mini golf course and I spent many an hour pulling out those dang evergreen bushes that were planted there (before they put the roof on) as well as landscaping that thing. For being on a very limited budget, it turned out in a halfway decent manner.

Smellin, thank you for your contribution to my college education.