World Series of Beer Pong 2

The rest of the trip home was very forgettable, and I didn't take any more pictures. To be honest with you, I don't remember which state the Sonic was located in, so I have no idea how long we had to drive to get home. The only thing that I did know is that we weren't home yet, although when I took this picture, I was.

When we stopped to fill up on gas, we realized that something was terribly wrong. Gas started leaking out from the bottom of the tank and started spilling out all over the ground. We later found out (when we got the car home) that the shitty mechanic put the fuel pump regulator in wrong and the car no longer knew when the tank was full. We realized that we now had to keep a better eye on our fill ups and driving, because the gas gauge wouldn't move at all. We had to stop for gas whenever we felt like we needed it, and we were always in fear of running out of gas on the side of the freeway. I felt bad that we caused such a mess at the station, but they would never had believed me that the car was fixed by a poor dirty mechanic in Canute, Oklahoma. We learned the hard way that the rest of the way home would be harder than we wanted it to be, but a stop at Sonic alleviated some of that pain for the time being. Tots can cure a lot of things, but they couldn't cure our long term problems.

We were a little new to this order from your car/order from the sidewalk ordeal. It took a minute, but then we figured out that you needed to push a button and talk through the intercom. All of the menu options were laid out on the board right in front of us, so we ordered with ease. I've been wanting to go to a Sonic for many years now, and today's lunch was well worth the wait. My tots were warm and greasy, my burger was tasty and ketchupy, and my shake was cold and berrylicious. This moment would be the highlight of our drive home. After all of the struggles we have gone through on the road, one shining beacon of light called Sonic made it all of it worthwhile.

Most people, excuse me, most Catholics/Christians would argue that God's gift to mankind was his only son Jesus. Being a man of faith, I believe in that statement, but I also believe that God gave two gifts to mankind. The second gift would be tater tots. These things are just freakin' amazing and they always go down nice and smooth.

I took this picture so that I could show you what an uphill struggle it was for me personally to get back home to Milwaukee. I hate to single myself out, but my contacts, especially the left one, were bugging out hardcore. I do not have glasses, nor do I have an extra pair of contacts, so this was going to have to do. The last stretch of driving was arguable the worst I have ever endured. That says a lot, because I have driven everywhere in this country, from California to New York City. After the disappointing ride there, to the excitement of the WSoBP, being drunk for 3 days straight, and a long and expensive drive home, I was beat. I wanted nothing but to collapse into my bed and sleep for many many days. It had been a long and tiring adventure, but I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the entire world. Money can't buy you love, but it sure can buy you an entry into the World Series of Beer Pong. And that my friends, is all that I really need to survive.

So that's it. That finishes my commentary on the 2nd World Series of Beer Pong. It took me nearly 9 months to collect my thoughts and tell an intriguing story, but I did it. I had a wonderful time, and I hope that my pictures and stories are able to coerce you into attending a future WSoBP. It looks like this thing is going to keep on getting bigger every year, so start going now so that you can be like me and say, "I was there when there were only 250 teams." With the beer pong documentary on the verge of release, it looks like this sport is going to enter the public eye, so it is necessary for some skilled players to step up and represent the sport. I know that I'm ready and willing to put everything I own and represent out on the table. Are you willing to lay it on the line and fight to the last cup? I sure hope so. if you are, I'll see you at the next World Series of Beer Pong. If not, I still hope that you support our cause at bringing beer pong to the masses. Stay tuned to this website for more information about the 3rd WSoBP and the upcoming documentary featuring Iceman and the rest of the Milwaukee Beer Pong Crew.