Table | Hockey Hijinks

There is a special kind of chaos that erupts when two competitive souls lock eyes across a 24-inch sheet of chrome-steel rods and cracked plastic. I’m not talking about air hockey’s noisy, puck-scooping anarchy. I’m talking about the pure, uncut adrenaline of (or "Rod Hockey," for the purists).

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Let me walk you through a typical Friday night at my place, where the only thing thinner than the air is the ice. It always starts innocently enough. Two beers on coasters. A bowl of pretzels that will inevitably be knocked into the abyss. My buddy Dave and I approach the table. We have the classic 1970s dome-style table—the one where the players are little plastic cones with painted-on smiles that look less like athletes and more like cult members. There is a special kind of chaos that

He does the unthinkable. He pulls his center back so far the rod hits the backstop. He yells "KABOOM!" and shoves. Do you have a table hockey war story