You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.
Paying the champion of Beer Pong $50,000 dollars.
Are you kidding me?
I’d give the guy 2 excedrin and tell him to call me in the morning.
But not in the city of sin. That’s where vice is rewarded.
DATELINE: Vegas
Prize fighting at Caesars. Of Course.
Tennis championships at the Mirage. Why Not?
And now Beer Pong championships at Flamingos?
Gimme a break.
According to published reports; This year’s event lets players compete for $65,000 guaranteed payouts of prize money with the winner getting 50 Large.
You all know what Beer pong is right? It’s a drinking game for college kids and half-crazy adults who have a little extra room in their garage.
You throw a ping pong ball at a 16 ounce cup of beer. If it goes in the cup then the opponents drink. It’s fun and action packed and a good way to enjoy a party.
But a competitive sport? In Vegas? For prize money?
Has the world gone crazy?
Beer Pong athletes throw up to get ready for competition. They stretch their esophogus with belching exercises.
Athletes? These beer gut guzzlers are drunks with a fan base.
What’s next? A beer bong olympics? How about a quarters game world series.
Bpong.com co-founder Billy Gaines told AOL News that staff try to monitor drinking so that people don’t play poorly and “get messy.” He said he hopes people see beer pong as more than a drinking game.
How can you see beer pong as anything but a drinking game? That’s what it is. The object is to make your opponent drink, and get them drunker than you. It’s not brain surgery. The object is to get girls gassed and make your buddies blow chow. Had I known there was a future in this, I would have worked harder on my gulp and burp technique.
It’s hard to believe that someone would watch beer pong and a sponsor would reward someone fifty thousand dollars to throw a ball in a cup.
Aren’t there still starving kids in India that this money could benefit?
Maybe the next Michael Vick will get to college on a beer pong scholarship. This young drinking athlete might emerge from the ghetto of South Central Los Angeles and go on to greatness thanks to a ping pong ball and a 40 ounce.
I like competive sports as much as the next guy, but this is crazy. You have to wonder if kids are going to start drinking early, trying to mimick their Beer Pong Heros.
It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth. And that is crazy.