Actually, it is still for drunken frat boys, but expect an influx of participants taking part in the great “sport” of Beer Pong now that there’s an actual World Beer Pong Tour and national championship, an attempt to bring some legitimacy and respectability to a past-time known mainly for getting people really drunk, really fast.
Oh, did I mention there’s $25000 prize for the winner’s of the championship. No? Well, now you know.
Not surprisingly the teams were comprised of t-shirted males in their 20s, with such inspiring names as Shot-Callin’ Ballers, Bus Boys (We Clear Tables), Drunkenballers, Drunk and Drunker, Fizz, We’re What Willis Was Talkin’ ‘Bout! and eventual champs, Drinkin’ Smokin’ Straight West Coastin’.
The only drawback to the tournament? No beer…at least not in the beer pong cups. Organizers use water instead of beer to quell the amount of debauchery found in frat houses, and to help focus on the skill and competition of the sport. Understandable, but nothing says beer pong victory like seeing your opponent puke all over his shirt before passing out.
Because in beer pong, the smell of vomit is the smell of victory.
