Over that last year, I have developed a strong and overwhelming dependence on beer pong: the sport of champions. I do not consider a party a success unless at least one game has been played, preferably won. My champ of a partner, Caitlin, and I have grown considerably as players since our very first time. We've actually made quite a name for ourselves in our party circuit as killers, slayers, and formidable opponents.
I owe this addiction to my best bro, Reilly. He took us under his wing and showed us the way.
Over time, and with lots, and I mean lots, of practice, our skills improved. We actually had skills to bank on instead of relying on cheap tricks and flashy distractions. The battle between team Panda and team Revin waged on at every party. One of the seldom times we beat Reilly/team Revin, was the first night Kevin came out with his eye patch and played a round of beer pong like the champ he is. It was a win, but we eagerly await the day we can valiantly kick their butts without any unfair advantages.