CODY`S STORY.
well when I first got my foosball table I didnt even know it was called foosball I thought it was just called soccer and I was horrible at it. me and my dad just used to play and sometimes my mom then after awile I was at least able to score a goal and we were playing for little prizes and little amounts of money. so after weeks and weeks i got better and I could actually win a game or two. I didnt even know my uncle blake new about foosball or good at it. so he came to live with for a little wile till he found a place and that summer i got realy good at foosball and we made a cup instead of little prizes. at first it was a crmpled up peice of tinfoil and then it was a little tobacco lid with a pencil .and we played foosball like you wouldnt believe we played some days ten hours strait the cup has gotten better every year and who knows how much better it will get. now we play foosball alot we are better than we ever were now we are more than pro.
Blakes story.