“Air hockey, like life, requires the relinquishing of certain dignities and, especially, the abandonment of lingering myths about control. If you call up a couple of professional matches on YouTube — plenty of championship games have been archived online, most shot furtively, on cell phones– you will witness a few moments of true virtuosity and a whole lot of what looks like panicked bumbling.” In The New Yorker, Amanda Petrusich gives us the air hockey think-piece we needed. “I can say with some certainty that the most beautiful sound I know is the wobbly clink of a dinged-up air-hockey puck dropping into goal.” (Aside from the sound of my cats eating dry food and my dogs drinking water out of a bowl, I agree.)