I remember playing ping-pong in the garage with my younger brother
when we were growing up. I had learned watching my dad and watching
people at band camp. And even when I would see it occasionally on TV
that if you wanted to fake somebody out you looked in one direction
but you hit the ball in the other.
They would do that in football and baseball and basketball. So I
figured out how to do that to my brother. And so I'd be looking at one
corner and then I'd turn and use the paddle to hit the ball toward the
other corner.
My brother was six years younger than me so it worked for a really
long time. And as the oldest brother that was just such a thrill for
me. It's a theme that's gone on throughout my life where I wish I
could be a magician but I'm not very good at it.
But I like that misdirection so the people are all looking in one
direction. And then I go in another and win. Over and over and over.
