The history nerd in me wants to think that this is in honor of the Sydney Ducks, SF’s original organized criminals. But it’s not. It’s actually because Jess, one of the people behind American Tripps, is Aussie and Australia Day is the “Down Unda” version of the 4th of July. So

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

As 2024 winds down, we’re reflecting on another incredible year of sharing the stories, art, culture, and nightlife that make the Bay Area so unique. BrokeAssStuart.com wouldn’t be what it is without you—our community of readers, supporters, and believers in independent media. This year, instead of asking you to join Patreon

I’m only good at two “sports” disc golf and ping pong.  I’ve covered disc golf in an earlier post, but haven’t had a chance to play some good old ping pong in a while.  A good friend took it upon himself to track down a bar in the city that

I played ping pong for the first time a few weeks ago. Coordination and gentleness has never my thing. I hit a ball so hard it went into the balcony level of bleachers at the Y. Then I hit another ball onto the track and had to dodge runners to

There are quite a number of ping pong aficionados, I’m sure , who would agree with the conviction that ping pong in its customary form constitutes a sport of the clearly indoor sort. The air, the lighting, the soft echoes of grunt strikes – its all altered in the outdoor sphere. The folks over

As an avid fan of cheap entertainment, I’m always on the hunt for bars that feature games of the drunken competitive variety. When some people think of bar games, they envision a lone patron, hogging the stool playing erotic photohunt. Or large groups that play pool all night and shoot