I line up a shot. I channel my inner Al Iafrate. I shove the rod.
"Hey, is your oven still on?" Me: Looks toward kitchen for 0.4 seconds. Dave: Snap-shots top shelf. GOAL. table hockey hijinks
He does the unthinkable. He pulls his center back so far the rod hits the backstop. He yells "KABOOM!" and shoves. I line up a shot
This rarely hits the puck. But when it does? Chaos. "Hey, is your oven still on
Dave picks the red team. I pick the yellow team. This is mistake number one. In table hockey lore, Red always has the "hot" goalie. Yellow’s goalie has a five-hole you could drive a truck through.
The red light flashes. The obnoxious buzzer sounds like a dying robot seagull.
So dust off your dome table. Find your most competitive friend. And remember: the goalie is always cheating, the red team is always faster, and if the puck goes behind the fridge, you have to use a spatula to get it out.