World Series of Beer Pong 7

So we finished with a 4-8 record, which is easily the worst that I've ever done here at the WSoBP. I'm not happy with it but it makes sense because I stopped practicing and competing in tournaments.

I have no idea who this guy is. But I do know who he isn't. Despite the Green Bay Packers #21 jersey I can assure you that this is not Charles Woodson. This man next to me did not win a Heisman Trophy nor did he win a Super Bowl ring. Oh, and he's not black.

Skinny (or Ben as his parents hopefully call him) is one of the founders and hard working members of Bpong. Like a lot of the Bpong members, I've known him since Year I and it's been a fun journey seeing this tournament grow. It's been a wild ride.

I don't know these gentlemen's names but I do know that they were from England. I'd tell them to go back there but they were some of the nicest people who had seen the movie and were eager to talk with me. It's reasons like this why I keep on coming back out here every year.

I'm not going to lie here man - I was pretty awful out in Las Vegas at WSoBP VII. I wish that I could have let something like drunken recall take effect so that I could go back to my CHBPL days and hit cups. Hummel must have decided that I needed a pep talk (and by pep talk I mean he wanted to yell at me) to get me going. It must have worked because we ended up winning the game by 2 cups and closing out WSoBP VII on a good note-ish.

Entering the final game of Day 2 (and what would be our final game of WSoBP VII thanks to our record) we were 3-8. Even though I hardly practice back home I still expected to play better than this. But we had a chance to end on a good note against some blokes from London who were dressed in strange animal onesy pajamas. I took off my Honey Badger shirt because Honey Badger doesn't give a shit and slammed a 5-hour energy shot to get hyped up for the game. I was gonna make sure that we won the last game. I needed a happy ending on this tale.

You might wear silly clothing and speak with a funny accent but that does not make you good at beer pong. Race to the Altar found out the hard way that Hummel that Shit! doesn't play around when they want to win. Our mind was definitely on the prize for once and we finally had a cheering section that we didn't want to let down. Sara, Kevin and Uncle Gary pretty much gave us the support we needed to win this game.