I totally want to kill this guy in pong.
Then make out with his girl underwater.

This does look like a lot of fun. I'm going to go on record and say that nobody can beat me in the sport of floating-mini-ping pong-in-a-swimming-pool.

Why?

Because I've been training with a floating pong table in the ocean.
During high tide.

i really gotta get a pay raise here at TGS. Then I can afford one of those tables.

But then I gotta figure out how to afford my own pool.

Maybe if I move to Detroit, I can afford a house with a swimming pool? And instead of commuting to TGS everyday, I can just SKYPE. With SKYPE, Sheinhardt Wig Company wouldn't lose any money. I think Donaghy would embrace my use of new technology.
And I could finally have my OWN office!

Gotta run. I hear Tina coming. I gotta pretend like I'm working, but I'm really checking out which ping pong shoes to buy online, here or here?

Have a great Thanksgiving!
Frank

Especially not these guys.

First of all, they're way too happy.
And they're just not dressed appropriately.

I'm not even going to talk about how they're way too close to each other to be effective doubles partners.

They're both on one side of the table. I can either smash the ball down the other side and they'll never get it.

Or I can smash it right at them & they won't be able to decide who should hit it.
Basically, their technique is wrong. They're wardrobe is wrong. The blonde guy is smoking, definitely not cool.

And they're both smiling way too hard.
They can't beat me. Can any of you?

I'm still waiting for somebody to accept the challenge that I've put out there.
You accept my ping-pong challenge, and I will play you and beat you.
We don't have a table at "TGS." But I can meet you anywhere in NYC.

You name the spot.

I have some big tournaments coming up, so I have to get in even better shape than I am currently in.

Here I am on the treadmill, honing my ping-pong skills.

I'm wearing the winter jacket so that I can sweat more & lose weight more quickly.

Liz won't let us have a ping-pong table, but there is a tiny workout room. And I can sneak in a workout there without her noticing.

I figure if I can bounce the ping-pong ball on my paddle without missing, while running on a treadmill in a winter coat, I'll be able to crush anyone.

No one else trains like this. So, no one will be prepared to play me. I'm going to bring something to the game that nobody has ever brought before.

Maybe I'll write an article about this new ping-pong workout that I've developed and submit it to USA Table Tennis magazine. http://www.usatt.org/magazine/index.shtml

I may not be at my desk, but Liz and Pete will never find me. Because they'll never think to look for me in the workout room.

They know I hate working out... but not when ping-pong is involved.

Seriously, if any of you ladies need a ping-pong lesson, I'm here for you.

Frank