At one time I was mildly addicted to table tennis. It was back in 1999 and 2000. When I should have been focusing on finishing high school. My friends used to gather downstairs at our house for impromptu competitions. Those were the days.
I haven’t really had room for table tennis at any house since. Well, at the first house I lived in up here we did. But I was a full time worker by then, with no time for youthful frivolity.
Now it appears that space is no object for table tennis at home – because you can just convert a doorway into a table. It does limit the heavy topspin round the net return – but you expect to make sacrifices for this sort of awesomeness.