World Series of Beer Pong 6

I had hoped to put the Game 1 loss behind us and start fresh in Game 2. It never hurts to dream pal, but reality hits pretty hard. Especially when you fail to make a single cup and lose by 8 cups. It was my first career 0-for in official competition. So I wasn't very happy about it.

Hummel was obviously upset that we fell to 0-2 on the day, but at least he managed to hit a couple of cups along the way. So we had little to no enthusiasm as we "cheered" on Sam and Josh. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for them, but I'd rather see my team win.

Hummel and I went back to the room to grab a couple of drinks and shoot a couple of balls. It was at this time that I was seriously questioning my long standing tradition of not warming up before my games. In the first two games today I hit a total of 2 shots and I was a total embarrassment to my friends and family. They don't back a loser and I was a lot better than this. I sulked for a little while then remembered that this wasn't life and death, this was just beer pong. And beer pong is a game and games are supposed to be fun. With a new attitude (and a lot more booze in my system) we returned back to the battleground to see if we could turn this thing around. There's still plenty of games left to go in the tournament.

We tried to be free, loose and easy going in the 3rd game of the day, but I know both of us understood the stakes at play and what a loss could do to us. Since we still had that mental weight dragging us down, we didn't play a very good game and ended up losing by 6 cups. My shot was still back home in Milwaukee and Hummel just wasn't good enough to carry the massive dead weight that I had become. Hummel that Shit! fell to 0-3 and it was looking very likely that I would miss the playoffs for the 4th consecutive year unless we could go on some kind of magical run.

I don't know why I can't just get out of my head and stop putting so much pressure on myself to succeed at beer pong. No one else expects me to do anything, so why do I hold myself to such a high standard? Until I get over that, I'll never be good at beer pong.

It's so hard to watch someone else play and be excited for them when you are losing. I like to be able to support my friends (because Lord knows they've always supported me) but I gave a half-hearted effort during Zach and Joe's game. I don't even remember if they won.

I was off sulking in the corner updating my Facebook and Twitter for all the folks back home and at two separate occasions I was interrupted. The first time a lovely lady asked for a picture with me (ooh! it's a lady) and I of course agreed. The Iceman is all about the ladies, despite what you may have heard in whispers around town. And then someone from Bpong came and took my picture which ended up on their website Bpong.com. And then as customary for me, I stole that picture and put in here on my website.