Beer Pong and Wrestling

Trip Start Nov 01, 2001

Trip End Apr 04, 2002

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Where I stayed

Phi Kappa Psi House at Vanderbilt

(Nashville hotels)

Flag of United States Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Monday, December 3, 2001

Nashville, TN 12/03/01 - Off to Nashville. The mountains heading West out of Georgia were a welcome change from the flatness of landscape I had experienced so far. Last night was a blast so I woke up late this morning. By the time I got into Nashville it was dark. I knew my fraternity had a house at Vanderbilt. Just had to find it... Well I found it. After my introduction to the brothers in the house we got around to the serious business of playing beer pong. Apparently these guys have been practicing. A duo named Brady and Carter ruled the table. I went through multiple partners trying to knock them off the table, but to no avail. These guys were unstoppable. We almost had them one game. They were down to their last cup of beer. We had three cups left. All we had to do was toss the ping pong ball into their cup before they got ours. I was so drunk by then that I was seeing two cups. A miss here by us and another miss there and then all of a sudden Brady and Carter unleashed three strikes in a row. Defeated we had to chug a beer each. That was it for me.
Brady was a big guy. Maybe 6ft 230 lbs. I don't know how it happened but we got into a wrestling match. To look at me nowadays I guess people wouldn't expect me to be an athlete. I did have my glory days in high school. I think Brady thought he'd be able to pin me pretty quick. We were clenched arm over arm we my head centered in his chest both of us vying for balance and the dominant position. Although he was a bit bigger than me through the clench I could feel that he would not be able to over power me. All the brothers in the house (maybe 15 of them) looked on. I could feel their stares and I could tell by their eyes and the buzz in the room that they fully expected Brady to dominate probably like he'd dominated them in wrestling matches past. Now Freedom Dave is no light weight but I don't think people have ever expected me to be at all athletic. All though elementary, middle and high school I usually got picked last or next to last right in front of the mentally handicapped kid. So I was used to being bet against.
Brady's arms were completely surrounding my shoulders and his hands were locked behind my back. He had a weight advantage over me by about 25 lbs. With practice his natural ability and strength would be hard to beat, but today his lack of experience caused his fall. Using the over/under wrestling technique I learned in JV wrestling practice I instinctively switched my arm placement and used his bodyweight as a lever against him. The positioning was now mine and I pinned him quickly and painlessly. Suddenly I felt my underwear being pulled painfully higher, higher and higher up my ass until the elastic band ripped. I was being given the wedgy of a lifetime from one of his chapter brothers. Good thing I was wearing tiny whiteys because I would have been pissed if my good boxers got f-ed up. Anyway it hurt like hell but it made me feel good that the guys in that house stuck up for each other like that. Despite this I could feel the awe of the brothers for me having pinned Brady (at least I think I felt their awe, ha ha). Nobody could believe it. I could. I'm a good wrestler. Always was.
Well, we all drank some more and talked and joked around and I let the guys listen to the music I was promoting. I was finally feeling like I fit in there. For some reason I think the wrestling match was their way of initiating me into their chapter. I felt like one of them. Brady tried to make me drink some bourbon straight from the bottle but I wasn't having it (well, OK I had one small swig). To make an already long story short before we all passed out my friend Brady wrote a note for me to put on my car so it wouldn't get towed. It simply said, "DON'T TOW. BRADY." I woke up early and hung over the next morning and checked on my car. It didn't get towed. From then on I swore to keep that note on my car for the rest of the trip. So far it's worked.

Fun at Vanderbilt (Nashville, TN)
LESSON LEARNED- When in Rome do as the Romans do.