World Series of Beer Pong

Aaron and I kicked it old school style, except now there was drinking involved. Aaron and I weren't big drinkers in high school, in fact, none of my friends were. Those were the good old days; when we could have fun without beer. If we had stayed on that path, we might've been playing Kool-Aid pong right now instead and be all hopped up on sugar.

Everyone jumped at the opportunity to get their picture taken with two respectable journalists. Unfortunately, only these guys were available. I kid, I really do. Both Pat and Chris were super nice guys, knew how to party, and they both wrote exquisite articles for their magazines. I'd have to give the edge to Pat though because he featured the Milwaukee Crew more prominently in his story.

Salmon was the 1st person who didn't stay up all night gambling to pass out. Balkman was given a free pass to sleep because he was up the entire night playing blackjack. Salmon, on the other hand, had no excuse because he had slept the night before and he didn't participate in today's events. I don't blame him though, these last couple of days put a toll on all of our bodies. From the moment we woke until the moment we passed out, we were drinking, gambling, and participating in competitive drinking games. That's enough to knock the strongest man down off his pedestal. With no recovery time in between days, it's easy to see how something like this could have happened.

We left the room in complete disarray, but I didn't really care because it wasn't my room. They figured it was ok to trash the room because the maids had to clean it up, but I would have been upset to sleep amongst this garbage. Salmon certainly didn't have a problem sleeping in this filth. He fell asleep fully clothed, and most likely had some interesting beer pong dreams. I hope his dreams had him making the playoffs, because that certainly wasn't a reality. Booya! Put that one on the burn board!!

I have no idea what Fresno is doing in this picture, but I know that it is some form of razzing that takes place when a friend passes out due to alcohol consumption. It's Salmon's fault for passing out so early.

Brodey partners with 1/2 of Team France for a little exhibition play in the bar area late at night. Even though he has his share of $10,000, he has no where near the respect I have for The Godfather and his skills.

Now that the stakes were back to bragging rights (instead of a $10,000 booty) some friendly exhibition play could resume. Our buddies from New York decided to challenge some other folks, but I declined on playing any more beer pong during this trip. After all, I had already played enough in these past few days to last me at least until we got back to Milwaukee. I certainly would only be beer ponged out for no more than 72 hours.