World Series of Beer Pong

I was very surprised to see these old guys here. I thought that it would be a stretch for me to go out there and mingle with the people in their early 20's, and seeing as how I was 24, I was worried that I wouldn't fit in with the youngin's. When I saw these 40-year old brothers from Pennsylvania, I finally realized that I wasn't really as old as I think I am or make myself out to be. Riley and Phany showed those old guys that even though they still have the heart to play beer pong, they're too old to compete with beer pong's target audience.

We had won 4 games before heading outside to grab some food. We went earlier than yesterday, and our food was actually warm today. I guess when you're drunk, you really don't care whether the food is warm or cold, you just care that it is food. Warm burgers and hotdogs are always preferable, but I didn't have time to worry about that, I was more worried about keeping my buzz going. After eating some food, we went back to the room and slammed a couple of beers. Everything that we did must have helped; we went back inside and won the last 2 games to bring our 2-day record to 9-2, which was tops among the Milwaukee teams. I was quite proud of Fresno Chris, especially during our last match of the day. In order for you to realize how bad-ass this was, I must first explain a rule. You weren't required to play with beer or drink it during the game, because the WSoBP could not encourage binge drinking. Of course we all played with beer, but in our game vs. Team F.A.C.E, they refused to drink their beer after we made their cups, despite the constant badgering by Chris, myself and the entire Milwaukee gang. Chris boldly proclaimed that if they wouldn't drink their beer, then he would. They didn't respond, so he walked over, drank their beer, slammed the cup back down to the table then made some jeering remark like "that's how we do it in Milwaukee!" I was never prouder of my team mate/friend. Right they he proved to everyone that he was no longer from California, he was a fully converted Wisconsinite.

We ditched the table from last night outside of our rooms in fear of being caught by the maids. Since we couldn't understand them, we didn't want to get into an argument that we knew we would lose. There was a reliable source of 6-foot tables, so we knew that we could ditch this one and still be able to get another for tonight.

In order to combat the dopes that make up Team Dominance (their name was changed midway through the games) the opposing team dropped their pants as well. The problem was that both teams sucked at beer pong, and ended up looking like a bunch of fools while losing. Why teams like this even try at winning $10,000 baffles me.

These are our buddies Chris and Phil from Massachusetts. They liked our enthusiasm and love for the game, and instantly allied themselves with the Milwaukee gang. They were in division 3 with Salmon and Aaron, so I watched them play and cheered them on as often as I could. That night during the Rose Bowl, they drunkenly proclaimed their devotion to me, saying that they'd even take a bullet for the Iceman. It did borderline on creepy, but I appreciate love wherever it comes from.

Riley and Phany finished at 7-4, which might be able to get them into the playoffs, depending on how everyone else finished. This picture also allows you to see the media presence surrounding the event, and how much pressure that we had to play under. It's difficult to hit a kill shot with cameras and microphones in your face.

After the crowds dissipated, Balkman and Lorge sat around and discussed things. I wish I knew what they were discussing, but if I had to take a shot in the dark, I would say that it would be beer pong related. After all, is there anything else (besides the Milwaukee Brewers of course) worth discussing?

Balkman passed out for the night around 7:00 pm. You might laugh and point fingers, but he has every reason to pass out early. See, Balkman was up all night playing blackjack at the casino, then played beer pong and drank all day long. His body, although manly and built like a warrior, cannot sustain 48 hours of drinking and gambling without sleep.