Posts Tagged: story

Fun with Robo-Pong 2040 Robot

Jan-Ove Waldner quotes, “I am standing when the ball comes, and that’s why I don’t have to move. I can read the game. ” Indeed, table tennis is one of the very interactive sports, which require a partner, though it needs a partner for it to be more interesting.  Lack of a partner or opportunity to

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Robot trainer was very fast

The ball landed outside the opponent’s box, and the opponent screamed with joy, running with glee to meet his teammates. I looked around at the rest of my team members and saw that they all looked downcast. We had lost the game.

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Robot helped me become better player

  One thing that truly brought me solace was my love for table tennis. There were a lot of people that played a lot better than me, people that had been professionally coached or had been playing from their toddler days. They were good. They were really, really good. Nonetheless, table tennis was something that

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The Family Ping Pong Table Volleys

Thanksgiving was always a fun affair in the Harris household. Every year someone new would host a gathering of every family member that could make it for dinner and drinks and games and conversation. It’s always nice to see the whole family hanging out and telling stories about what’s been going on in their lives

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I Improved with AI Robot Trainer

I watched keenly as Nile tossed the ball up. It was always very difficult to actually return or even catch any of his serves; well, Nile was that good at playing table tennis.

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I Considered Letting Him Win

  I’m sure there is a puzzled look on my face as I regard my friend Dean. He is getting a new ball from the ball boy who is picking them for us. This is the third time I am unable to return his serve. It is very fast and is packing a lot of

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Playing Ping Pong in the Basement was Fun

  She held the ping pong ball in one hand, bringing the paddle close to it before pulling it further away again. She repeated this motion a couple of times, grinning in the way that made me think about her late at night.

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I was sixteen before I hit a single tennis ball

“Jason, you need to hold on tightly to the baton and rest your entire weight on your left foot. That’s how you play. That’s how you frigging hit the ball!” I could still remember the words fifteen years later. I was fourteen then and David, my father, wouldn’t stop yelling from a distance as I

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