World Series of Beer Pong

Brodey examines the cups to make sure that they are all regulation size. Remember that this man started our league and that he is the Godfather. He is allowed to do whatever he wants whenever he wants.

We "rescued" a regular table from behind the convention center and used it to play beer pong between our hotel rooms. The guys on the other side were from New York, and were pretty good at beer pong.

There was only enough room for two people from each side to play at one time, so the rest were "forced" to sit back and watch sports. If we hadn't been so tired (and like me so poor), we would have been in the casino gambling. But it was nice to take a night off from spending money to drink beer and play competitive sports. The guys from New York that we played against were really good, so they stayed on the table while we rotated our people in and out. It took a tandem team of Brodey and Aaron to take them down, and Milwaukee owned the table all night.

Salmon handed his camera to the guys across the table so that he could get a picture of himself playing on this table. Seeing Salmon's camera in someone else's hands gave Aaron and I an idea - try to create goofy poses to essentially ruin Salmon's picture.

I wish that I would have remembered the names of these guys, because then I could give them proper credit in this picture. All that I know about them is that they rocked our room at beer pong until we were able to overcome them at their own game.

When I teamed up with Stephany, I remarked that this may have been the first time that he and I have ever played together although I have known him for over 3 years. We played decently, and have made it a point to partner up more often in exhibition.

I took a picture of this guy because he looks like Dustin "Screech" Diamond. It is blurry, so you'll have to just believe me that he could have been his stunt double if Screech ever took on a more challenging role than high school dork sidekick.

Once Brodey and Aaron started going they were like a runaway locomotive. When I left the room to go walk around the Oasis complex, those two were still on the table. Who knows how many games of pong they played before someone passed out.

I do know what time Salmon went to bed though. It was about 10:35 pm, and Salmon was hardcore passed out. Some people just weren't meant for grandiose lives of intense beer pong competition.

I had previously seen these signs from the highway advertising the World Series of Beer Pong. I wanted to get a closer look and a photograph to remember how cool it was to see our event displayed prominently on a casino's signage.