I’m walking through a Chinese Christian church. The wood is old but lacquered well. Decorations line the walls: a tree made of childrens’ handprints, posters about the Almighty with slogans in large print, calendars and schedules of upcoming events. We head downwards while a prayer meeting goes on upstairs. A young girl in Heelies skates alongside us in the hall.
We’re lead to a room with two table tennis tables, blue, relatively new. There isn’t much room to maneuver, but the lighting is great. Shou offers us some Jasmine tea. Players are warming up as more Chinese men come in one at a time. They play in sneakers without sneaker socks, or dress shirts, or those shirts with logos you get for free at a company. Their shorts are an awkward length between capris and sports trunks.
Dan introduces himself to everyone. I’m sitting down, trying to place the province of their accents. Tamarra picks up a children’s book and starts to read.
All their serves are illegal; they don’t throw the ball the regulation 6 inches straight up, which means they can put an unfair spin on the ball before it hits the paddle. A result of the insular society they have here, where they play the same people over and over again, never venturing outside their religious clique. They simply don’t know any better.
Dan gets paired up for a match. They both play conservatively when warming up, trying to hide their techniques while feeling each other out. “Some people, when you get it in their hit zone, never miss”. Dan’s opponent makes no mistakes for him to capitalize on, but a consistent defence wears him out. His opponent spends his energy winning the first game, smashing at every opportunity, and loses his momentum. Dan wins every game for the rest of the match.
Tamarra laughs and tells me, “In this book, it says that humans were created to worship God”. I take the book from her and read a passage.
“God was very happy with all he created, but he felt creation still wasn’t quite complete. Although everything he created so far was perfect in every way, there was no creature with a mind to think and reason and therefore no one to worship the God who was the creator.”
“Is that when he made people?”
“Yes. First he created Adam…”
They all use penholder grips, remnants of the old school style of aggressive Chinese play. Only the three of us — Dan, Tamarra, and myself — use shakehands.
I’m up. The first time I’ve played since last year. My opponent is stocky with a square head and receding hairline, reminding me of an uncle from my childhood. His game is the same as mine; a power forehand that tries to force the opponent into a weak push as a setup for a finishing smash. Except his is better. I try to land the ball along his body1, but end up making more errors than he does, costing me three games in a row. Still, I pull off a few rallies to be proud of — consistently placing the ball exactly where I want it and running him around — and finish feeling satisfied.
For the rest of the night, Dan wins all his matches. They ask him why he switches the paddle from hand-to-hand2, and he tells them he’s trying to practice. They’re not used to this gwai lo beating them, or his psychological techniques, so they welcome him back any Friday or Sunday. Maybe for a chance to beat him, or a chance to improve.
I leave, wondering whether these men are here for God, or the table tennis, or both.
Wha??? It’s legal to switch from hand to hand mid-game???
And what’s a penholder grip? I thought a correct hold was a shake-hands angle, but you have a first & middle finger extended. Is that shake-hands?
I totally miss playing table tennis with my dad, who is now no longer able to do such things. He actually made a somewhat tweaky table out of a huge plywood board and some 2 x 4s. We had it all through my childhood and he NEVER LET ME WIN. Crap. Now that I think of it, even table tennis was a love-hate relationship.
Yep, switching hands is totally legal, as long as you don’t hit the ball with the racquet mid-flight before you grab it in your other hand (i.e. throw the paddle to hit the ball).
Shakehands grip is when you hold the paddle like a regular tennis racquet. Penholders grip is also known as a chopsticks grip; players hold the paddle inversed like they’re holding chopsticks. There isn’t really a “correct” way to hold the racquet, but most of the top players nowadays use shakehands because it’s more balanced. Of course, most Chinese players play with aggressive styles, so they’ll hold it chopsticks. It gives them amazing control on the forehand for power offence, but a weaker backhand.
I used to play table tennis with my dad too. He would beat me with a soft slipper. How’s that for humiliation.