World Series of Beer Pong

Brodey gave us all a stern talk about performing up to our potential. None of us wanted to let the Godfather down. Although Milwaukee had a 15-10 record on day 1, we all knew that we could play better than that. We would all have to step up our games on Day 2 in order to get a good seed in tomorrow's playoffs. Only the top 32 teams out of 83 would make the playoffs, so it was important to play very well today. We all looked over our schedules and sized up our competition based upon their play the day before. We all were a little more nervous about day 2 because people were on to our little rouse. I'll talk more about that later when a picture comes up that will help explain why we were the most hated city in beer pong.

We asked someone nearby to take a picture of the Milwaukee Young Guns, also known as Brodey's 10. The first name was Brodey's suggestion for our group, and the second one was of my choosing. Of course my choice features naming a central character for our group, and no one is more central than the Godfather.

Riley and Phany were patiently awaiting their first game of the day, eager to build upon their respectable 3-2 record. Riley and Phany make quite possibly the best decision of the day by by starting it out with a drink in hand. These seasoned players know how the game works.

We had to use phantom drinks in order to keep our sobriety at bay. We weren't allowed to bring outside cans or bottles of any beer product into the convention center. We were supposed to purchase Coors Light from the bar, but instead we just filled our cups with Miller Lite from our hotel rooms.

This picture was from the UC-Santa Barbara's student newspaper the Daily Nexus, hence the poor picture quality. I had to include it on here because it is a picture of my team mate taken by someone who is not me.

Aaron and Salmon were very much looking forward to today's matches in the hopes of erasing yesterday's record. Although they did finish at a respectable 2-3, they were the only Milwaukee team with a losing record.

Riley was accustomed to playing on a table that is about 22 inches tall. These Bing Bong tables are about 29 inches tall. It threw off Riley more than anyone because his normal shot involves him leaning over the table and basically almost dropping it in the cup. He had to adjust his playing style for this event, which accounted for his slow start in the WSoBP.

Chris and I won our first game, but it wasn't pretty. Our opponents, the Idaho Potato Peelers, had been in Las Vegas until 8 am that morning, and had yet to go to sleep. We only beat them by two cups, so we weren't too confident about today. Luckily, our 2nd round opponents the Cleveland Steamers failed to show up, so Chris and I were permitted to play against each other. As you can see from the pictures, I did my best to heckle him, even going so far as to taunt him by holding a cup closer towards him essentially stting that he was too weak to shoot the ball to the far cups. Being the steadfast player that he is, nothing that I did phased him, and the game went on.

Nether one of us were shooting well because we weren't concentrating on the game. We just wanted to play and drink our beers because we had already paid our money. Not wanting that money to go to waste, we goofed around providing that we finish our game by the time that everyone else did. That was the one stipulation that we had to abide by. Otherwise it was just a friendly game between two friends/partners/roommates that provided nothing more than bragging rights.