Table tennis god shot

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I was a "sparring" partner for one of the better players (he placed high in the
state-level tournaments. I could only play defense, but I got pretty good at
returning long shots with LOTS of English on them. On a rare occasion, I'd
just STAB towards the general area of where the ball was going to be -- and
these were the times that (very rarely) I would make a shot like that.
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I was a much better racketball player. In the Army once, my roommate and
I were playing our Lieutenant and his wife in doubles. I had this devastating
kill shot where, if the ball came back just right, I would face the back wall
and come around with it, slingshotting the ball at incredible speed -- it was
almost always unreturnable.
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On this particular occasion, when I came around with the slingshot, our Lt's
wife was crouched over with her back to me, watching the front wall and
waiting for my shot. We watched in horror as my shot undoubtedly hit her
right in the rectum. She straightened up and went rigid... and all the color
drained from her face.
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We raced over to her. No laughter -- this was not a funny moment. We
were generally concerned and asked if she were alright.
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It took her some time, but she finally croaked out, "I thought that was
going to come out my mouth."
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We ALL lost it, roaring (well, she chuckled while she was groaning).
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I thought a table tennis god had been shot, maybe over a disputed call or something!