Man. Physical exertion is awesome. Just today I went over to Noor's house with Eric and we played ping pong like insano shiznockas. At first, I was dominant, beating both Eric de la Sux0ridad and Noor de menor Sux0ridad--though Noor made me work really hard: 22-20. Then things went downhill. I beat Eric again, but then Noor beat me 22-20; now at this point, I was thinking that I was in for a good series of games, but no. Needless to say, I went on a seven game losing streak against Eric (the longest ever within our rivalry since the early days when he came over to my house and the Turkish power beat him in nine straight [I remember it was nine because I was joking about how my world would open a portal into his on the tenth one and rip his world into shreds--just like the legend of Mortal Kombat]). And the worst part of that losing streak was that I had one dollar riding on the last three games of it, and suddenly I found myself three Sacagaweas in the hole. But then, a miracle happened! In a double-or-nothing match, I destroyed him (well, I didn't quite -destroy- him--especially considering that he held me to single digits twice in that streak--, but I did beat him). And then in another one dollar match, I beat him again. Long ago, Noor had given up the idea of playing again, owing to his extreme tiredness, which is somewhat confusing because he moves way less than both Eric and I do, but he had had oral surgery a day or two ago, so that might have been a contributing factor. Then came the really really ugly. Double or nothing, I lost, it was even. One dollar, I lost, in the hole a buck. Double or nothing, I lost, now two bucks. Double or nothing, I lost, now four. Double or nothing, I lost, now eight. Double or nothing, I lost, now sixteen. I asked for another double or nothing right here, but Eric was reluctant to accept; even moreso than he had been before (I was surprised I managed to get him to go at all when I was out eight dollars). But, he decided that he would do one-and-a-half or half, a watered-down version of double or nothing which would leave me out eight dollars if I won, or twenty-four dollars if I lost. Now, I'd almost won the previous match after a killer comeback (was down like 11-4, then climbed back to lead 20-18 before getting whomped 22-20) so I was confident in my ability to win and get myself out of the red a bit more. I lost 21-14. Yup. Twenty-four buckareenis. Oh well; this is nothing compared to the $108 I lost playing poker in my last summer in Arizona (and I paid my debt back too, thank you very much). I gave Eric a twenty as we were leaving, but I don't intend to pay the remaining four dollars; hell, I plan to get my twenty back. Cause I'm gonna whoop him at his own house. Double or nothing in a best of five series. You up for it, kid?