Beer Pong Championship and a mad Molly

Tuesday night was the final beer pong tournament of the season and the Championship. The winner wins a keg of beer.

My partner was a local "professional gambler" (and drinker) named Steve. I like Steve because he's an old hippie. Chill, laid back and easy going. Well unfortunately Steve had been on a bit of a bender. He was smashed when he got to the bar for our 6:30 pm start time. I made him promise to not do any more shots until we, at least, played our first game.

Well our first game he was on fire. We kept hitting their cups and they hadn't gotten one of ours. Then Steve stumbles into the table and knocks over three cups. Shit. It's okay we caught up. It was one to one. We had it. Then Steve knocks over our last cup. Their game. Needless to say I was a little pissed. We'd had it.

Second game we were playing a couple guys from Spearfish I'd never met. They seemed nice enough at first. This game I was on fire. Steve and I kept getting double balls back. Second time in a row the guy on the other team takes the ping pong ball and chucks it at me. It's only a ping pong ball and it's not like it hurts, but that is not cool sportsmanship. I was a little ticked and let him know it. Then they start cheating. Beer Pong rules state you can not catch a ball and you can not block a cup. Well last cup the guy grabs the ball out of the air. Then they start to say that we're cheating. Well I just about went ballistic. I'm on the stage yelling at the guy. I was mad, and for most of you who know me, I do not get mad like that. I was ready to throw down. In the end we got our judgement but I was so pissed that I couldn't make a shot the rest of the night. And lucky for those guys they left, because one more comment and I would have thrown a punch.

Randy and Ruben ended up winning the tournament but they have a distinct advantage over the rest of the us. They are both tall (at least 6'4" and probably taller). That means that can reach halfway across the table and see the tops of the cups. I'm not making excuses for my performance, I know I suck.

I'm sad that beer pong is over for the season, but I am not sad that I don't have to drink another warm Bush Light again. Amen.