Not even close

“Here it comes…” Mitch called out as he dropped the ball on to the table. It dribbled towards Cindy’s side of the table.

“And there is goes…” you added as the blonde knocked it past everything on the field. Pete snickered and handed you another beer.

. “Oh yeah?!” Mitch challenged, “Watch this!” He spun the ball so that headed towards his goal.

“Watch what?” Pete asked as the ball went into Mitch’s goal without being touched by either player. There was a big smile on Cindy’s face as she moved a fourth marker to her score. Nervously, Mitch reached into the hole and pulled out the ball. It rolled down the center line to the far side and most of the way back before either player was able to touch the ball with one of their men. Mitch tapped it ever so slightly so that Cindy was able to make a play on it. The blonde was able to knock it towards Mitch’s goal, only to have it bounce off Mitch’s center line. It rolled past her center line to Mitch’s front line. He flipped his men in an attempt to send the ball into Cindy’s goal before she could shift her grip to the back line.

It caught an edge and slammed into the corner rather than the hole in the back wall. Cindy moved her defenders to catch the ball as it rebounded out of the corner. . She wasn’t able to control it, but she managed to deflect it past Mitch’s forwards. Cindy shifted her front hand to the center row only to knock it back towards Mitch’s forwards.

“Watch the spinning.” Pete called out as Mitch once again tried to slap it into Cindy’s goal as the ball passed. Mitch turned to glare at the bartender.

“Just a friendly reminder.” you told him, “Not your official warning.” While it could have been called as spinning, it was a borderline violation at best.

With one hand still on her goalie, Cindy was able to stop the weak shot with ease. She quickly shot the ball to the other end of the table.

Hearing the hard plastic hit wood, Mitch turned his attention back to the game. He quickly shifted his grip to his defenders, but Cindy was quicker. She hit the rebound into the hole before he could adjust.

“GAME!” Cindy cried out as she marked a fifth goal. Five to nothing was a skunk and she got to choose what Mitch had to take off.

“Hmmmm…” she murmured. She eased around the table.

“Go for it!” Bill called out from where he sat. Any doubt Cindy had disappeared from her face.

“Take off your pants.” Cindy said. Mitch hesitated.

“Next game starts in one minute.” you told him, “Regardless of whether you’ve finished taking off your pants.” Cindy “helped” by grabbing at his belt to “unbuckle” it.

“Time’s up!” you called out after the minute. Mitch’s pants were barely past his hips. Cindy quickly reached in and grabbed the ball. She headed back to her side of the table. She dropped the ball in play.