Table Hockey Hijinks -

The red light flashes. The obnoxious buzzer sounds like a dying robot seagull.

We shake hands. "Good game," we lie. Dave wins the face-off (read: he slaps the center rod so hard the magnet falls off the puck). He charges down the left wing. table hockey hijinks

I line up a shot. I channel my inner Al Iafrate. I shove the rod. The red light flashes

This rarely hits the puck. But when it does? Chaos. table hockey hijinks