World Series of Beer Pong 3

Lorge + Hummel decided to challenge us because they wanted our South Point token, but Brodey and I were adamant that we don't lose possession of it. If need be, we were determined to fight to the death to keep the token, but all we had to do was play pong.

We may not have been in the running to win the $50,000 first place prize, but we hung on to the South Point $1 token. That meaningless trinket was worth more than the money (or at least I keep telling myself that) because it was something that we won fair and square and we had to rightfully defend. It was our token dammit.

While the real champions were playing for $50, 000, Brodey and I were playing for pride and this $1 South Point casino token. We won it off of Dave and Mike, and put it on the line against every team that we faced. We were determined to not lose this token today.

Brodey honestly couldn't care less about the action going on behind him. Sure, he cares about the sport and he likes to watch a good game, but it's hard to cheer for someone that is not a part of your gang. Sure, we got friends out there from cities all around the country, and I want them to do well, but I never talk to them outside of the WSoBP. I'll cheer for them, but I'll cheer a hell of a lot louder for the Milwaukee teams. Instead of cheering, Brodey and I sensed a photo opportunity, and ran with it.

Brodey and I figured out that we needed to play one more game, so we challenged Matt and his friend to a friendly game of pong, but then we insisted that we put the South Point token on the line to make it interesting. We beat them, and became the only Milwaukee team to go undefeated on Day 3 at WSoBP 3.

I didn't get to hang out with Sam and O'Malley out there much, but that's mostly because I didn't really get to hang out with anyone. I spent all of my time either with Kanz or by myself. Most of the time, I had no idea what anyone else was up to, and if they did something, they didn't bother to call me. That's just kind of how it was.

I don't if I have previously pointed out this painfully obvious observation, but I had a Mohawk during the WSoBP 3. I decided that since I didn't have to be at work, I might as well try a new hair style. I regret that decision. Not only do I look like an asshole, but I also sucked at beer pong. Talk about your lose-lose situation.