These fuckers won the World Series of Beer Pong this year and I have no idea who they are. The check says "Seek N Destroy" and I found out on the interwebs that they are from the St. Louis area or some shit, but to be honest with you I couldn't care less about them. Call me bitter or a jerk/asshole/bastard or some variation. I don't care. I never expected to come out here and win $50,000 but at least I used to care about the beer pong community. I used to post in the forums on beerpong.com (formerly bpong.com), interact with fellow beer pong players on Facebook and have a vested interest in the performance of the other players. Sadly a lot of that ended when I stopped playing beer pong on a "professional" level with the cessation of our CHBPL league and when I stopped traveling to Madison, Green Bay and Chicago to play in satellite tournaments.
And then I stopped giving a shit about beer pong. Once I didn't care about that I started caring about other things like starting the revolution, becoming a rockstar and finding a nice and pretty girl to settle down with. Ok, so I really only concentrated on 2 of those 3 things. Can you guess which ones? My fist is in the air and I'm in 2 bands if you needed a hint. It's not that I'm not a fan of the ladies (because I really am despite what people keep saying) it's just that I'm dog ugly and I'm smooth like a jagged rock when it comes to talking to the ladies. But that's not what we're here to talk about. For the last 5 years (the last time that I made the Day 3 playoffs of the WSoBP was in Year II, which is thankfully captured on film in the Last Cup documentary) I have known or at least expected to miss the playoffs. If I was anywhere else in the world that would have sucked because I wouldn't have known what to do with my day. But the WSoBP is in Las Vegas and if you can't find something to do here then you are in your room closing your eyes shaking naked in the fetal. Wake up, get dressed and go outside. It's Vegas baby!!
The beautiful thing about not having to play beer pong on Day 3 is being able to do whatever the hell I wanted, which also means that I could finally hang out with Kevin. He got here around 11pm on Jan 1st and on the 2nd and 3rd I was busy playing beer pong all day. By the time that I was done around 6pm I was all tuckered out plus I was still sick. As you saw in the videos and read about on this blog, I still managed to make it out of the room and out on the town, but not nearly as much as I could have done without an upset stomach and blisters on my feet. The stomach pains prevented me from drinking and the blisters from walking, so I was pretty useless as far as doing things. Let's just say the fun police would have arrested me and locked me up for life without the possibility of parole. But I didn't have to deal with any of that today because I had no schedule and to do list to pressure me into pushing my body to the limit. I could go at my own pace and take the path of leisure. Which is probably why I did next to nothing on Day 3. All things considered I still managed to do a lot but certainly not as much as in years past.
I had a really hard time remembering what happened on Day 3 because it was the first time that I was able to go nuts and get good and drunk. I carried about some backpack rum and kept on drinking it even when I was getting free drinks in the casinos. Before I knew it it was nearly midnight. What the hell happened to my day? As I was standing outside the Bellagio during the water fountain show I attempted to piece together the events of my day and found out that it took me less than 3 minutes to recap 12 hours. Seeing as how more things had to have happened (it is Las Vegas after all) I deiced to string together all of my pictures from that day and narrate them. The following video is a combination of those two ideas.
I mentioned in the video that I probably tweeted some things that happened during the day that will help me remember Day 3. None of these are very big revelations but they are another piece to the story. That is why I have provided them below. I don't hold anything back from you guys because I want you to know the story of my life. I'm willing to tell it if you are willing to listen to it/read it. My tweets are a little more timely than the videos and pictures, but as you will see nothing really happened until we got to Downtown Las Vegas (which is the 3rd tweet) and that wasn't until night. So that's probably a pretty good reason why I wasn't able to remember the night. Everything that went on occurred during the final few hours which made it all mesh together into one big jumbled memory. I couldn't piece it together in the video and I didn't take any pictures of these events, so some of the information below will be brand new to you. And like always all of it is true. I have no reason to lie or hide anything from you. What do I have to lose anyway? I'm 30, I live with my Mom and I don't have a girlfriend. It's supposed to be all uphill from here, right?
Having a drink to start off the day and recover from the night before. Hell, it's 10am somewhere. #LasVegas
Double-Double Burger at In-N-Out with Animal Fries. This must be what heaven feels like. Without the heart attack. #eats
On the craps table there's the pass line and the don't pass line, but where is the "you shall not pass!" line? #LordOfTheRings #LasVegas
The machine is made by Boyd. Like Boyd Aviation? It's probably the bypass line. It's all ball bearings these days! #GordonLiddy #LasVegas
Played Dean Martin's Dance Party and got to hear the "Go Go Go Go!" song. It's been far too long. Life is good. #LasVegas
This penguin just got really high and won me 951 credits. I'm not one to judge a lifestyle. I'm for it when I benefit. #LasVegas
Saw a game with a black guy and gems called "Midnight Miner." Wow. That's #ALittleRacist, don't you think? #LasVegas
This Goldfish game isn't very loud. That's because under the sea, no one can hear you scream. But they can hear you sing. #LittleMermaid
My goal tonight is to be asked to leave a casino for being too loud + obnoxious. If I keep drinking + winning, it will happen. #LasVegas
Jerry Avila @sxejerry
Goal for tonite in Vegas is to meet bp legend the iceman @pookondotcom
Retweeted by Scott Iceman Reck
Ah - Glitter Gulch. Where dreams are born and apparently where strippers go to die. #RIPSapphire
I'm at La Bayou looking for Karma to make amends for my wrong doings 2 years ago. If I find her, I will ask her to be my wife. #TooLate
The biggest mistake I ever made was leaving Karma. That drink girl was the future Mrs. "Iceman" Reck. I know that now. #regrets
Huey Lewis' "Back in Time" from #BackToTheFuture is on. Makes me wish I could go back and propose to Karma. #TooLate
I left La Bayou the same way that I walked in - single. Karma is no longer working there. I'll try again next year. #persistence
The body is not meant to feel like this. This is inhumane. I hurt so much that future generations of me will hurt. #GettingOld
Congratulations to Who Fucking Cares for winning the #WSoBP VII. Sorry. It's not me so I don't give a shit. #bitter
Playing quarters into the Bellagio pool during the fountain show. #classic #LasVegas
(Man in tux is kissing his wife in wedding dress in front of Bellagio fountains) Me: DO IT DOUG!!! #mallrats
Yep. It's now official. My commitment to hating #LasVegas has now begun. Fuck Las Vegas. I hope it burns to the ground. #bitter
I really don't have anything left to say about Day 3. I'm pretty sure that I laid everything out there on black and let it ride. We'll see in a few spins of the wheel how I'm doing or if I have to keep raiding my kid's college funds to recoup my losses and get myself back home. I tend to go balls to the walls on Day 3 because I head back home tomorrow. I literally wore myself out by the end of the day and the only reason I sat down at the Mississippi Stud table game was to sit down and rest. I wish that I would have sat down at a penny slot machine instead because by the time 3am rolled around I had lost $165 dollars.
While that sucked a lot at the time it's really not that bad considering that I won $250 at American Idol on Day 1 and $250 on 4 Card Poker / Mississippi Stud on Day 2. By those estimates I was actually up like $335 but I didn't factor in all of the other losses I had around time at the slots. I didn't count how much money I went out there with and I didn't count how much I came home with, but from doing that math I can't help but think that all of my expenses (food, gambling and booze) were paid for by my winnings. I might have even come home with some money but I don't really manage my finances very well. That's because I live with my Mom and don't pay rent. Hell I don't even pay for heat, electricity or food. So money doesn't really matter much to me. So if you want some, come on over.
Well, that may be it for the World Series of Beer Pong VII coverage here on Pookon's Ill Blog. It's been like 17 days since I've been home but I've been some kind of sick for every one of them. First it was cold symptoms, then it was congestion in my throat and chest and now I've got some kind of rash on my leg, my ears feel like I'm picking up sound in a church and I'm dizzy. So I'm running the gauntlet of non-normalcy here in 2012 and I still haven't seen a doctor. That's because my health insurance changed for the new year and I had to call some number and authorize something or other. I know that I should have done this already, but instead I just sat at home unable to move most days. I hate to make excuses, but that's one of the reasons why I have been so late to post these Day by Day recaps of the WSoBP. I intend to do one last video / recap of the entire time out there and I wanted to get drunk and sit down with Kevin to do it. But I have been unable to drink until intoxication (which has been terrible but also may be a blessing in disguise) and Kevin went down to Dallas with his brother Gary to help him move there. So we'll probably do that in the next week but if we don't, this will be my last time talking about it until I post all the pictures over at pookon.com.
Although it took a toll on my body in more ways than one, I am glad that I went out to Las Vegas for the 7th consecutive time for the World Series of Beer Pong. Even though Hummel that Shit! only went 4-8 I promised to come back for 3 more years (VIII, IX and X) before calling it quits. But this will be the last time I play with Hummel. Nothing against him as he was undoubtedly the best player on the team, but I promised to play with Kevin one year and Brodey another. Then I decided that I would like to reteam with either Fresno Chris or Joey Kanz one more time to see if we could recapture the magic of Year I (Fresno Chris) or succeed where we have failed many times despite being in my opinion one of the greatest Milwaukee beer pong teams of all time (Joey Kanz). So I still have something to prove out there both to myself and the beer pong community. This chapter might be coming to a close but the story is far from over. So as always keep checking back here on the blog, the Twitter, the Facebook and the website for details. Thanks for following along with me thus far and I hope you were at least entertained. At the end of the day that's all I really hope for because that it was I set out to do. Take care.
- Iceman -
email: pookondotcom@gmail.com
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