Maybe it's not my thing. Maybe I'm old. But what did I think of SPiN?
I'm just not into the idea of sipping a drink while balls are flying left and right. I want an olive in my Martini, not a Ping Pong ball. I'm surprised I didn't get flash backs to all those cops chasing me and Halsey on the highway to San Diego.
SPiN was...
Turkey.
Turkey meat. Turkey skin. Turkey crap...