Shelti Pro Foos I Foosball Table

So many opportunities were wasted at the foosball table of my favorite college bar. All the beautiful girls I could've talked to. All the classes I could've attended. My friends and I spent countless hours knocking the ball about on the beer soaked tables in the brightly lit corner. But I wouldn't trade a single one of those lost days for any opportunistic knocks on my door. This certainly brings back memories. We were jocks for the fleeting few moments that the little red ball ricocheted amongst the plastic men and rocketed across the laminate surface. Brings a tear to my eye, it does.

By: anh ta