Fooooooooooosball
When Bunky was foosball savvy (won 3rd place in an invitational in Pampa Texas in 1982) he liked the keeper position and could score with bank shots. Good thing there are enough beer holders on THIS table ’cause it’s gonna be a long game. No keeper bank shot goals here.
[Image from NoPuedoCreer. Subsequently found in English on Neatorama.]
Thursday, 8 May 2008 at 2:17 pm
I’m terrible at foosball. FOOSBALL IS THE DEVIL!
Thursday, 8 May 2008 at 6:52 pm
FinPeng– You just missed out on the training, that’s all.
I played a lot of foos at Dog & Weasel’s house in hi-skool. Their parents, nudists, had left them the keys and moved to Baton Rouge (I’m not making this up). Dog & Weasel both stayed in school (getting mostly A’s & B’s), had cars and jobs, paid the bills, cooked for themselves, took care of the house, etc.
AND THEY HAD A FOOSBALL TABLE.
We spent a lot of time in their basement playing foos when we weren’t in their kitchen playing spades. Lotta stories to tell (and a few that I prolly shouldn’t) that I might turn into a post sometime.
Monday, 12 May 2008 at 10:03 pm
I knew a guy once who played so much foosball that he had a muscle he could tense up to form a bulge on the inside of his wrist. I’d never seen that before, and I’ve never seen it since.
Tuesday, 13 May 2008 at 9:35 pm
Wheels– That was me, unless it was my sister. Or my other sister.