... we came back and tore apart the others on the foosball table: three consecutive victories (including one skunk).

I stayed at work playing foosball until 6:45. I was on fire. My challenger was the Goatboy. I call him "my challenger" because he has grown quite skilled, but he was no match for me on this evening. Six games straight I defeated ( Read more... )

I just turned down an offer from Goatboy to play foos. It took a lot of self-control.

I must have done something to fall under the good graces of the Foos Gods. This morning, I trounced my ex-cubiclemate in three games straight (not only did he lose all, but he was skunked right off the bat). This afternoon, I sacrificed to the local Foos avatar (offering up myself as his victim in a handful of games, each a humiliating defeat) in ( Read more... )

I am not absolutely certain, but I may have just played three hours straight of foosball. I very definitely started playing by five, but it could have been before that.

It all started out with a grudge match against the Goatboy (who, in an earlier series of games, managed to beat me once after I stomped him four games straight (he subsequently ( Read more... )

I know Goatboy's name and consequently know his number (not that I will do anything with it). A google search suggests that he may be the same fellow playing vampire card games in the area. I could see that.

This afternoon, I crushed my senior manager in foosball (again). Actually, I skunked him (which is far worse). He then teamed up with ( Read more... )

I actually blew off a dinner date so I could stay at work until 7:30 playing foosball. The new converts were on the table for three hours straight (yes, three hours... I have not seen such a run since my golden days back in Fall of 2001). They're showing very poor etiquette, attracting too much attention (far more than my team ever did) and being ( Read more... )