I recently read that professional table tennis players are often challenged by amateurs who are confident they can offer a competitive game. Of course, it's rare for such players to even score a point on the pros, but there's something about how commonplace ping pong tables are in basements and rec centers that makes the sport seem unrealistically accessible to the casual paddler.
I thought of that today as I watched Lucy chase seagulls on the beach. She was confident that she could catch one, and they seemed to indulge her—swooping low before flying away so that she raced in large loops around and down the shoreline. She really believed she had a chance, but in the end, she didn't even get a feather.
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