Brew Balls

If you asked us to name mankind’s greatest achievement over the past 100 years or so, it isn’t anything as boring as say, penicillin, television, the Internet, or even the airplane. Not even close. In our humble opinion, it’s beer pong. No shit. Sure, landing on the moon or harnessing the power of the atom may give cognoscenti types a major boner, but neither of those feats is as groovy as bouncing ping-pong balls into your opponent’s plastic cup of ale in an attempt to force him or her to drink heavily. The brainchild of a bunch of drunken college kids (big surprise) from Pennsylvania in the 1980s, the game has brought together boozers of all ages and walks of life, like the kickback cats who congregate at Upper Deck Sports Grill each Monday for the Beer Pong Tournament. Hosted by meat-and-cheese-slinging employees of the nearby Philly Sandwich Company, the competition sees plastered participants battling for supremacy, with a top prize of a $50 bar tab going to the “King Pong” of the evening.
Sun., Feb. 17, 9 p.m., 2008