Beer pong in Germany

Apparently the Germans here don’t play beer pong. Now, this is very probably because their beer is actually tasty, and they’re not always looking for excuses to force themselves to drink it. I mean, it’s just great as it is.

Nonetheless, college doesn’t work without beer pong. So when it was discovered that the Germans had no idea what beer pong was, Team America undertook to give them a free lesson. We went to the cornerstore and picked up three cases of the absolutely bottom rung beer, Oettinger. This stuff goes for 5€ for a case of twenty half-liter bottles. It’s disgusting. And yet, oddly, it’s worlds better than most beers in the U.S.!

So, properly armed—we’d gotten cups, too, and there’s already a ping pong table in the basement of our building—we set up shop and started schooling the silly Germans. Unfortunately, they were pretty good, and it wasn’t nearly as funny as “Team America versus Germany” in American football that one time.

All the same, though, it was 1337, and late in the evening Sascha and his boys showed up to join us. Since we’d pretty much blown through all the beer by that point, I left with them to spend an hour or two in a beer up the street, and played some pool.

I think my favorite moment of the night was when Gregor the German scolded me for pouring the beers badly. He snatched the bottle out of my hand and began to painstakingly distribute the beer in clear plastic cups, taking care to meter out the head appropriately. The Americans roared with laughter.

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