You might be aware of the great and glorious game of Foosball (a.k.a. Table Soccer, Table Football and Fussball... yes, Fussball!). A great past time for friends and family alike, Foosball tables bring the fun and excitement of soccer to your basement or game room. The subject of this blog post is the Carlyle Foosball Table by American Heritage, and how I kicked major you-know-what in a recent game between myself and Family Leisure's Web Developer, Josh. But before I give you the play-by-play of our intense game of Table Soccer, let me give you some background/history and rules of the game. First off, according to the all-knowing internet, the concept of Table Football goes back to the 1790's. I couldn't find any verification of this other than one online source, so repeat that fact at your own peril! But several sources indicate the game we now recognize as Foosball was created in 1921 by Evan Dube in the United Kingdom, which he patented in 1923. Also, according to the all mighty internet, an uncle of Dube noticed the game while visiting the U.K., and brought it back to the U.S.A., where he applied for a U.S. patent in 1927. From here, the game evolved into the great table sport we know today... there's even an International Table Soccer Federation! Maybe you're not familiar with the game of Foosball. If not, here a few basic rules recognized worldwide:
So on to my intense game of Foosball (such a cool name) with Josh. We actually played rock paper scissors for the first possession, which Josh won with a great play of rock to my scissors. (Note to self: Josh always calls rock.) I can tell you the Carlyle table is impressive, with a wood-paneled design that will look great in any game room. So Josh received the first serve, which bounced off a side rail, right into one of my forward's grasp. I tried a shot, which Josh blocked, and quickly returned for a goal. Josh: 1 Conor: 0. I was able to serve next, which helped, for after a few passes I snapped in my first score. Josh: 1 Conor: 1. You know what they say about riding a bike? Well this was the moment where all of my college foosball training came back to me. Those long nights that involved beverages and loud fellow students prepared me for this moment! With several flicks of the wrist, and some great defensive stops, I found myself up 4 to Josh's 1 point. He was desperate, and it showed, sweating and yelling like we were in an intense game on the pitch (that's what they call a soccer field in Europe). When I snapped that final shot in, scoring my ultimate 5th point, Josh deflated, saying nothing as he returned to his desk totally dejected. Hopefully he doesn't hold this victory against me!