
Everything about table tennis is not all rosy, and it does seem like it might be driving us crazy. It might be one shot, one player, one paddle, one coach, or one serve that we fear we will never be able to return. Our sport is the wolf in Granny’s nightgown. It seems very innocent. It is generally very safe, but eventually every player stands facing their own limitations, and what big teeth they have. Table tennis does not have to be monstrous. Perhaps the best way to kill the monstrous side of table tennis is to face it head on, and then starve it to death.Â
Rather than focusing on our limitations, consider the enjoyment that comes from such a challenging sport. Strive to be a better player, but realize at some point, improvement will become harder and harder to achieve. Don’t compare yourself to other players. You are a unique individual who’s path to improvement will not be like anyone else’s. Don’t give up. The big bad wolf that is stealing your joy won’t last long if it’s not fed. Unfortunately, our sport is not perfect, and neither are the players. None of us ever will be. Maybe it’s time to quit feeding the monster.