The puck ricochets off the fan, hits the lampshade, bounces off Dave’s forehead, and lands directly into my goal.
This is where the hijinks begin. Dave knows my defensive strategy is "flail wildly." So, as he winds up for a slapshot, he deploys his secret weapon:
The red light flashes. The obnoxious buzzer sounds like a dying robot seagull. table hockey hijinks
This rarely hits the puck. But when it does? Chaos.
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. The puck ricochets off the fan, hits the
Dave gently vibrates his goalie rod. It looks like his netminder is having a seizure. It’s illegal. It’s dishonorable. It blocks 100% of my breakaways.
But here’s the thing—he hits the edge of the puck. The little red disc launches not toward my goal, but The obnoxious buzzer sounds like a dying robot seagull
He misses the puck entirely.