I have something I need to confess. I share this so that I may unburden myself, to submit my actions for your collective consideration, and ultimately, your judgment. Here we go.
I helped my son build a beer pong table for his dorm room.
Now I’m sure you can now see why I needed to confess that. It’s something I’ve been wearing as a yoke around my neck for the last week or so, I need some spiritual relief.
Beer pong, for the uninitiated, is a game frequently played by college students. It involves a pool-rack configuration – a triangle – of cups at each end of the table. Contestants try to throw or bounce ping-pong balls into the cups, which contain various types of beverages. If your ball lands in an opponent’s cup, they must consume said beverage. All your cups are gone? You lose. House rules vary, but that is the general idea.
You may be asking yourself, why would Rick do such a thing? Why?! Doesn’t he know that this is only going to encourage the kind of ill-conceived shenanigans that we warn our college kids to stay away from? Doesn’t he know what a bad example he is setting for his son, that he is providing tacit permission for his kid to carry on, to indulge in Animal House-like behaviors, ultimately at the expense of his college success? Doesn’t he know that he has made the path to debauched excess that much easier to navigate? Haven’t you thought of these things? Good grief, man.