World Series of Beer Pong 5

Despite what it looks like, Brodey wasn't trying to distract his opponents by disrobing. That's just how he plays beer pong. Casey however, tried to distract somebody by slapping Brodey on the chest so hard that it left a handprint. Brodey doesn't seem to care.

I walked across the room a little bit to get a different perspective of almost naked Brodey and was surprised to see there weren't any gawkers shocked too see partial nudity. I guess people playing beer pong just expect to see other dudes take off their clothes.

Despite what most people think, I don't spend a lot of time staring at half naked dudes. I know that must come as a surprise to you. Which is why I was shocked to see how skinny Brodey is when he's in his skivvies. He can't weigh more than 150 pounds unless he was soaking wet. He looks malnourished. I almost feel bad for him. I might have to start up a charity telethon in order to get food supplies to the starving Brodeys of the world. They are out there, and they need your help! We can feed them for just pennies a day! Call in now to make your pledge to save a life!

We finished at 5-7 which was my worst ever showing at the WSoBP. Here are my preliminary standings by year. Year I: 9-2. Year II: 8-4. Year III: 7-5. Year IV: 8-4. I haven't made Day 3 since Year II although my record hovered around the same mark. But because the competition increased exponentially since the 2nd year, cup margin became the deciding factor. Our cup margin was always pretty even, so we didn't make it. The tournament only goes until 6 or 7pm, and the pictures below were taken around 4 am. I totally lost the 9 hours or so in between the end of Day 2 and these pictures. I usually end up getting something to eat afterwards because I have been drinking all day without eating, so I guess I did that. I also know that I went out gambling and drinking. Anyone who has ever done that in Las Vegas knows that it is a great way to lose track of time. I do know that I was still up at 4 in the morning and the Flamingo Ballroom was the only place that I was able to get free wifi, so I went there to do a write up of the day's events on Pookon's Ill Blog. Check out my immediate reaction there.

After losing a bunch of money that I couldn't afford to lose and drinking for "free" all night long, I finally sobered up at around 3 am. I then took the time to pause and reflect on my beer pong career because it was most certainly over. And although I was disappointed by my 5-7 record this year, I understood that it was my fault because I simply didn't practice enough. And I also realized that my heart really wasn't in it. In fact, if it wasn't for the Last Cup documentary coming out in theaters this past fall or releasing on DVD this winter, I probably wouldn't have been here at all. I felt like I was supposed to be here instead of actually wanting to be here. So I was playing for all of the wrong reasons and it showed. But when all was said and done, I once again was happy that I made it out to Las Vegas for the World Series of Beer Pong.