World Series of Beer Pong - Playoffs
After the formal beer pong event was over, tons of impromptu exhibition play sprung up in the hotel rooms. I walked from room to room and checked out some of the action. I played a few games here and there, and kicked a little ass. I definitely proved that I have what it takes to stand at the other end of the table against any other person in the continental United States. To this day, I still have yet to compete against anyone from the often forgotten states of Hawaii or Alaska. I still have no idea how good those people are at beer pong.
Although I had been around the Oasis complex, I knew darn well that the real party was in Brodey and Aaron's room. We stopped at the liquor store before 9:00 pm and Pat gave us some money to buy beer. Since Playboy.com gave him an expense account, to this day we proudly declare that Hugh Hefner bought us beer.
No binge drinking extravaganza would be complete without the obligatory beer bong. There's no better way to consume mass quantities of beer within seconds than chugging it through a funnel. If you ever partied in your hey days of college, then you most definitely tried to do one of these. Don't you dare try to tell me otherwise.
The tournament may have been over, but that doesn't mean that the fun had to stop. We kept the party going by playing countless games of beer pong. We invited some of our newfound friends to play some pong with us, and they agreed. Using our stolen table, we set the cups in a triangle formation and either got drunk or continued the drunkenness that started early this morning.
Someone had set up some tables on the tennis courts, but that didn't last too long because someone complained that they were making too much noise. Drunk people tend to do that sometimes because they don't have the ability to control the volume of their voice.
Everyone wanted to be on Pat's team, seeing as how this was his first time playing the game that he was sent out to cover. We figured that we were contributing to his article by getting him some first hand knowledge of the game. It was the least that we could do.
Few people ever get the chance to partner with a legend, so Fresno took full advantage of his time playing alongside Brodey. I believe that these two challenged and disposed of nearly every single person who was willing to take on these two crusty veterans.
Randoms kept stopping by our room because they knew that the Milwaukee crew partied harder than any other city out there. They knew to come here if they wanted some competitive beer pong action.
Team Salmon displays the "Brodey Table Breaker" after they hit both cups in the 1:2 formation, which sows a lack of confidence on their behalf. Brodey always does it before his partner hits the kill.
I know that the guy in the sweater is Chris from Canada's Toro Magazine, but I can't recall the name of our buddy from New York. I do remember that he rocked and that he fully supported all of the Milwaukee teams.