World Series of Beer Pong 6

After winning the last two games we figured that we were on some kind of a roll. Hell even if we finished 3-3 on the day it wouldn't be too damn bad after all. So you would think that our confidence level would be high and we would finish on a good note, right? See where I'm going with this? If you know me then you know that we lost this game by 4 cups and pretty much dashed our hopes of reaching the playoffs with a Day 1 record of 2-4. Yeah sure I was upset, but to be honest with you I should have come in with lower expectations. After all I now am a shell of my former self.

I've known Lester for a long time now. I would like to say since WSoBP 1 but I don't have the evidence (too lazy to look it up) to back that up. One of the only reasons I miss playing in satellite tournaments is seeing beer pong friends (he lives in Michigan and travels around).

I met Shane and the rest of the Irish beer pong contingent on Facebook prior to the WSoBP. They had all seen the Last Cup documentary and were swayed to travel overseas to play in the tournament. I was glad to meet them in person and watch them play.

I have met a lot of cool people on Facebook because of the Last Cup movie but none of them are as cool as Whitney (right in the black sweatshirt). She's the kind of person who is a true fan and liked me for who I am and couldn't wait to meet me in person and hang out in Vegas. Leading up to the WSoBP we talked on Facebook and text messages and I tried to tell her what the tournament would be like, but also said you just have to be there to understand how crazy this thing is. And this year she would be out there.

I had already gone out yesterday to see the sights, so tonight we decided to take it easy. I don't eat before or during beer pong, so by nightfall I was starving. So we went out to Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville next door. Sara got some nachos that was bigger than her head and I'm pretty sure I got a Cheeseburger in Paradise. I like to keep it obvious. I don't know what Hummel got. Probably an award for being my teammate and sticking with me while I couldn't hit a shot if I was shooting at garbage cans. If he didn't get that one he certainly deserved it. I was a mess.

It doesn't sound exhausting to play beer pong all day, but trust me competitive beer pong and all day drinking will wear you out. By the time 6 or 7 pm rolls around all that you want to do is sleep despite the fact that you are in Las Vegas. Sam and Josh wanted to play some more beer pong, so I invited them back to our room because we had a table. I was content to hang out and watch and recover from the long and exhausting day. Because after all, we would have to get up tomorrow and do it all over again. But with a better record though...

Flamingos are assholes. Dolphins are smug and I would punch a Koala in the face (but only if he was wearing glasses.) Needless to say I don't really respect the animal kingdom. Animals are cool but all God's critters got a place in my mouth. Some taste good, some taste finer and some scream out loud when you put them on the fire. The day was over but I wasn't ready for bed, so I went outside to tell the flamingos exactly what I thought of them, and they ignored me like the jerks they are. Hey ya pink bastard! I'm talking to you! Wake up you son of a bitch! Let's fight!

Yeah I know it's been over 9 months since I've been home from World Series of Beer Pong VI. That's what happens when priorities get all out of whack and updating the website becomes secondary to getting your life in order and struggling to stay sober. But that's beside the point of course. The real reason that I brought up the whole 9 months aspect is that everything that I wrote here is months after the fact when I've had time to reflect upon my time out there. For my more immediate reaction (the next morning) head over to the WSoBP VI - Day 1 entry that I made on my sister site Pookon's Ill Blog. You'll get some morning after moments that you won't want to forget! I guarantee it my friend!