Tuesday, January 6, 2009 by Myke.

I know I have.  Right off the mountain and into the beautiful sky.  But after watching this video, I not only want to fly…I want to go now!  But I have to admit something first.  I would have crapped myself silly doing what these guys did.

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Monday, January 5, 2009 by Myke.

Did you know today was the final day at the World Series of Beer Pong IV?  Well, it is folks and there is a grand prize of $50,000.00.

Holy crap folks, there is finally a sport where drinking is encouraged.  I figure I have 360 days to get ready for next years event.  :-)  Just kidding…but if there was a Jägermeister tournament I would be so in baby!

LAS VEGAS — Don’t let the smell of beer and the rock music fool you: Beer pong is a serious game. Some dare say a sport.

Granted, they tend to be grinning and drinking when they say it.

There was plenty of both going on this weekend at the World Series of Beer Pong IV, a loud and sloshy annual tournament that elevates a college fraternity house staple that includes ping pong balls and beer to an (almost) serious competition.

With a $50,000 prize on the line, more than 400 teams flocked to the Flamingo hotel-casino on the Las Vegas Strip for a chance to bring their skills out of the bar and into the big time. They wore matching uniforms and talked about focus and strategy.

Some also wore matching hot pants and talked about drinking more Pabst Blue Ribbon, the official beer of the tournament.

But the winner, Ron Hamilton, 25, of Brentwood, N.Y., preferred liquor to beer, and said he got ready for Sunday’s play by drinking a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“The key today was me getting real drunk and my partner not missing, and us coming out and proving we’re the best,” Hamilton said shortly after winning the top prize with Michael Popielarski, 25, of Massapequa, N.Y.

Hamilton said he and his partner — who form the team Smashing Time — met three years ago at a bar in Long Island.

“We’ve been unstoppable ever since,” he said. Hamilton said he planned to eliminate his personal debt and pay part of his mother’s mortgage with the winnings.

The game is played with cups of beer lined up like bowling pins on two ends of a 14-foot table. Team members alternate trying to toss a ping pong ball into the cups. The team that lands all the cups wins, the losers drink.

While one team is tossing, the other is free to create any sort of distraction, hence the skimpy hot pants. “The skill is the psyche out,” said competitor 23-year-old Ryan Young.

Beer pong came to prominence largely in East Coast college campuses in the late 1990s. It has recently left the campus for the mainstream.

More bars are setting up tables and weekly tournaments. A new documentary, “Last Cup: Road to the World Series of Beer Pong,” captures the growing pong culture. “Beer Pong” the video game was designed for Nintendo Co.’s popular Wii game system, but JV Games Inc. changed the name to “Pong Toss” amid complaints about appropriateness for teenagers. The World Series of Beer Pong has seen its ranks swell five fold since its first tournament in 2006.

Devotees say the game is a hit because it requires just enough skill and concentration that you can improve with practice, but not so much that you can’t also have a few while playing.

This World Series of Beer Pong is the brainchild of entrepreneurs Billy Gaines, Duncan Carroll and Ben “Skinny” Solnik. The trio met as students and beer pong aficionados at Carnegie Mellon University.

After graduation, they set out in their spare time to turn the game they loved into a moneymaker. Their site, bpong.com, sells tables, T-shirts, balls and other gear. The company organizes satellite tournaments and is a clearinghouse for detailed and occasionally heated conversation about the game’s rules. This one made it into the world series official rule book: “No player may take offense to anything said or done during a game, even if it involves their mother.”

But the world series’ rules don’t require the losers to drink, a deviation from original game, and a concession, perhaps, to critics. Beer pong and other drinking games have been targeted by those trying to curb binge drinking. Some college campuses have banned the game.

Gaines said beer pong is misunderstood.

“I know the media will say this is a chugging contest,” he said. “This is about a sport, it’s about a competition. They aren’t here to drink. Yeah, they’re drinking, but that’s not why they’re here.”

I am sorry, but any event sponsered by Pabst Blue Ribbon has my vote.  *I think I just pissed myself*

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Monday, September 22, 2008 by Myke.

It all started out as a great Sunday after an even better Saturday.  Saturday night was Poker Night at an undisclosed location and the winner was my wife.  We woke up Sunday morning and went and ate some good old fashioned French Breakfast with some friends.  After breakfast it was back to the house, clean up and get dressed to take the wife to her favorite football teams home game.  My wife is a big time Denver Broncos fan and I am a die hard Minnesota Vikings fan.  Some say a bleed purple and others say that during massive angry outbursts I usually shout “SKOL!”.

Anyways, we pack up and head out for Investco Field to watch the Broncos play the Saints.  Nothing like sitting through a game and rooting on a team just to show your wife you do really love her.  But that is when and where the “crazy football fan” came out of me.  I was cheering and rooting on the Broncos and booing the Saints all night.  Towards the end of the game it started to get rather close and it was not looking so good for the Broncos.  They had turned the ball over and the Saints were starting to drive down the field.  Now before we begin the drama of the end of this story, you must understand one thing.  I HATE Martin “built like a horse jockey” Gramatica, the place kicker for the Saints.  Why?  Because he is an annoying little turd of a football player and to hear him pout about kicks is the last thing anyone wants to listen to.

So anyways, the Saints march down the field with about 10 minutes left and score a touchdown to make it 34-32 Broncos.  The Saints line up for a 2-point conversion and we all stood tall and screamed and whistled as loud as possible to become the ever dangerous 12th man on the field to help the defense.  It worked and the Saints 2-point conversion failed.  Whew!  I am not a Bronco fan but damn that was fun.  So the Broncos get the ball and start marching right back down the field and all looks good…until…no way…could it really happen…yes it can…the Broncos march to the 5 yard line of the Saints and fumble the ball and turn it over.  Then without any problems at all, the Saints march down the field all the way to the Broncos 25 yard line and line up for the game winning 43 yard field goal.That is when it happened folks.  The Minnesota Vikings fan that hates this place kicker that is called Automatic Gramatica came to life and helped the Denver Broncos seal their ticket to becoming 3-0 on the year.  The Saints line up and the crowd starts to scream for the defense, people clapping and screaming and whistling and doing whatever they could to stop this field goal.  But off to the East of the kicker and the rest of the Saints team is this thunderous load banging…almost like gun shots from a Remington 10-gauge.  Fans start to take notice, fans start to feel very uncomfortable.  The fans feel this way as if they are watching two helmet wearing retards fight on the playground.  They watch but with utter fear as they cannot figure out how one single man could make that much noise.  The stomping and banging gets louder and more thunderous.  The football is snapped…the thunderous stomp is echoing through the stadium…Gramatica steps into the kick right as a huge “KABOOM” sound is heard and the kick sails wide right of the uprights!  Oh my god, the easy 43 yard field goal is missed and the Broncos are saved.  At this point, as I stop and look around, the seats are clearing and fans are looking at me like my nose is falling off.  Then right next to my wife and I a guy says, “Holy crap man, that foot stomping scared the kick off its mark.  You are the man!”.  Thank you, your welcome.

So to all of the Saints fans in the crowd, the crazy foot stomper sitting in Section 127, row 33 seat 5 was me, Myke Reinhold.  You can now join the list of haters, we welcome you to my world.  :-)

p.s.  I can honestly admit I have never been to a football game in my life where I can walk away with a sun burn.  I look like I was on the lake in 90+ degree weather.  But no, I was sitting in a late September game watching the Broncos beat the Saints.

p.s.s.  The Vikings won their first game of the season as well.  SKOL Vikings! 

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