The Game.

We all know it we all love it, it is the game that forced us to love the taste of beer weather we like it or not.  It is a necessity at every party no matter how big or small the rager gets.  It can become the main focus of the party who won or loss to who.  How long one team rained champs and who gets to play next.  The waiting list can be as long as the line for the new club downtown and if your name is on the list it is sacred.  As the names begin to be crossed off the the teams walk away in defeat you start to get excited and anticipation.  Then finally it is your turn to play and within two turn your done. Defeat.  And as you think about how long you waited to play and how long your game lasted you feel cheated but revenge will be yours because as you look at the list again your name pops up at the bottom with a new team you feel ready and anxious for your next chance at the champs hoping they will still be there when your turn comes around again.  The rules are subject to change from rager to rager but the basic rules are all the same.  It can cause fights over rules but in the situation of a disagreement of rules the final say goes to the owner of the rager.  It can be the highlight of your night and the reason you don't remember the night at all.  It can also be your escape from the stupid bitch upstairs ruining the party for you.  But in the end we all know it we all love it and we look forward to playing again.
Do you know what game I am talking about?

Party on Garth.