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Pingers and Pongers Unite: Berlin-Style Ping Pong

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Berlin-style ping-pong is blowing up. Not only has it been the subject of a great essay by the Bold Italic, it’s been explained, over and over again, by Youtube videos  and holds a devout group of paddling proponents throughout the city.

If you didn’t read the essay or just watch the video, the game is a real hootenanny, a seeming free-for-all actually guided by strict rules that slowly narrow down the large number of players to a final two. As players drunkenly mess up and get weeded out, the true champions emerge: athletes who can take a swig of PBR while delivering a nasty backhand mid-leap.

And this weekend, the one of bloated and expanded waistlines and tryptophan-induced bleariness, holds a challenge for any and all interested parties. American Tripps, San Francisco’s premier Berlin-style ping-pong experience, leaves the Mission. Granted, it’s only by a few blocks, but budding pingers and seasoned pongers alike can expect a blowout. Breezy Nix DJs the five-hour event.

American Tripps Berlin-Style Ping-Pong
Saturday, November 26
9 p.m.-2 a.m.

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Lucy's been able to live lots of places but holds her cornfed/pie-fueled Midwestern roots most dear, maintaining too loudly and too often that the Outer Richmond is the Midwest of SF: driven through to get elsewhere and knocked around for no reason (but what other neighborhood has bison?!). You can find Lucy letting things languish in her fridge, purposefully (limoncello!) or not (yogurt...), mouthbreathing, scouring Golden Gate Park for apartment-worthy items, sleepily serving up double nonfat half-caf-half-non-caf lattes at a certain cafe, skulking in various other ones, and yelling under cover of night and costume at SF Bike Party.