Here’s a true story: I had a buddy who I used to battle at ping pong in my basement when we were in high school. Though we were both solid players, he beat me consistently.
But the more table tennis we played, the better I got and eventually I was able to beat him every now and again, and then one day, I beat him like three games in a row.
Me, feeling the rush of finally owning my opponent, taunted him a bit. “Look who’s finally kicking some ass” or something, I said.
To which he replied, “I’m actually left-handed” — at which point he flipped the paddle into his other hand and proceeded to shut me out.
I bring this up because I think the only thing that could have been worse is if my buddy had been beating me with no arms and then he was like, “I actually have arms.”
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