BOWS AND TOES! -- "The More Things Change..."

Last night was a frat-party flashback, and it was great. I had planned to head to Bar Review and meet up with Gavin, which I did, and luckily, Pizz’s dental buddies cut out on him early, so he headed to O-Town to hang out. As we made our way upstairs in the Pub, I noticed a former Dickinson grad/ Delta Sig, who we’ll call “Thom Ruffage,” setting up a beruit table. Needless to say, I had “next” within seconds. However, I didget delayed a game because apparently a pair of girls had been waiting. I can accept that, I’ve definitely done the same. Oh, and one of the girls was the Queen Bee, my Law School 1L Dream Girl. So there was that. I was even able to sneak in some witty banter while waiting to get on the table. As I told Gavin and Rockney “If God loves me, the girls will win this game.” But, as usual, the Good Lord doesn’t love me, he just loves to tease me. The ladies fought valiantly, losing by one cup. Then it was ON.

For the record, we were playing on terribly short table, six-cups, Bud Light, one&one OR dual throw choice, with throwbacks (meaning yes, Thom, though a solid guy, is still a Delta Sig).

Anywho, remember that movie “Assassins?” The Pizz would be the Stallone to Kupchella’s “Old Mentor that Stallone Had to Kill.” He’s a natural, and a sniper. Really, the only difference between Pizz and Stallone in that movie, is that Kup’s never faked his death only to return for revenge years later. That, and I don’t think Antonio Bandares is trying to kill him. Seriously, though, the kids silent, cold, and deadly, and one of the most naturally gifted beer-athletes I’ve ever seen. I’m pretty sure I drunkenly referred to him as “The Roy Hobbes of Beruit” last night. And if you don’t know who Roy Hobbes is, Google it, watch the movie, and come back. If you’re a guy and you don’t know who Roy Hobbes is, please turn your Y chromosome in on your way out of the Kingdom, and go watch “Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood.” So yeah, Pizz didn’t really CARRY ME (I think I hit 5 of our 12 cups in two games) but he did finish off each game, since I couldn’t hit the loner to save my life. And he did it with STYLE, draining the first ball in the last cup, and then finishing with a little ‘splashdown’ in the pitcher. Did I mention neither of us had played in six months?

We were Undisputed, at 2-0 (the bar shut the table down because too many people were filling into the dance floor) and for 30 glorious minutes, we were “Those guys on the table in the middle of the dance party.” It felt good. Real good. I won’t lie.

Oh yeah, and we put that dirty Delta Sig in his place!* PI CHAPTER, Representin’!

Word.
-apk

*In honesty, Thom’s a good kid, I’m a fan, and I think we’re going to get a game together sometime.