The little red ball this insult to friction, the primary culprit in Harrington's just completed loss in the Tornado World Championship Series foosball tournament think World Series of Poker, with more standing and less Norman Chad feels to my untrained fingers like a little red ball. And I'm fully confused. We're at the Riviera Hotel, right on the Strip, in a large ballroom just down the hall from a slot choked casino. Surrounding us is foosball's top annual showdown, a Santiago de Compostela of table soccer: hundreds of players, dozens of matches, wall to wall tables. I see women with table rod handle wraps hanging around their necks, a man wearing a black and gold jacket reading $20,000 COLORADO STATE CHAMPION. I hear the whap whap!sound of shots and goals.