Thursday, June 26, 2008

Foosball is our surrogate purpose, the counterproduct of our workdays. Wouldn't it be interesting if, during the course of our employ, we happened to become tournament-level foosball players, reducing this tavern game to a dreary science with our expert moves and ripostes, scoring only by chance again, as though we were gripping the handles for the first time and smacking the ball willy-nilly. You come full circle in life.

It'd be a way to go.