Nothing is more sacred than an excuse to drink. That's why we invented the drinking game, for when we can't just drink for a while. A while ago we wrote something about the American beerpong, and that it is actually quite strange that it is not yet played in every student house and at every party in the Netherlands. The Studentenkrant seems clairvoyant, because a few weeks ago, on March 7, the first beer pong tournament took place in a Groningen pub. And of course I was there.
We were expected in The Plea† Playpong, a young company started by four Groningen students, organized the whole thing. Registration fee: €12,50. Main prize: €100. Thirty teams of two were ready to throw a ball. The typical American red cups were filled with beer and placed on the professional beer pong tables. We were emailed the rules in advance, but of course I had not read them. Slightly tipsy from a drink that had just left, it was the perfect start to an evening that had been spared little alcohol.
It started well. My teammate and I actually threw some balls into the cups. Some even with breech, forcing our opponents to drink double that. I felt more and more in my stomach that this same fate was also being assigned to us. As with any drinking game, of course, you should also drink your own beer in between. And since many rounds had to be played and the pace was high, this meant a real booze.
Round 1 we lost. Fortunately, we now understood the rules of the game and we thought we could beat the gentlemen of round 2 for a while. We couldn't have known at the time that these were the Vindis who would eventually win the entire tournament. We were finished astonishingly hard and the alcohol continued to flow freely. In a half-drunk daze I noticed that the game was working. There was a good atmosphere.
Even though round 3 didn't matter anymore, having already lost the first two, we went into it with a fresh mind. We had to compete against two blond ladies who had already lost everything, so this had to be a breeze. Nothing could be further from the truth. A nice rule in beer pong is that you can distract each other in almost any way you can. Staring at four half-naked tits isn't good for focus, of course. Especially not when the shirts are pulled so low that you wonder why they are still on at all.
In no time we had one cup left and the ladies five. what the fuck? But with more alcohol, we seemed to become more gifted with motor skills. We played the five cups of the ladies away before our own last cup was played away. But maybe it also had to do with the fact that I dropped my pants a few times as a distraction.
Anyway, we still managed to win one round. Proud as we were, we just drank it. During the final, everyone gathered around the last table and the game was filled with cheers. I have not followed it at all since the beer had already disturbed all my senses. Vindicat has upheld its honor by supplying the two winners to the tournament. cheers.
In summary: nice concept, good atmosphere, next time drink a little less beforehand.
Author: Roy de Vries
Source: student newspaper.org