By Javier Torres
Dear Beer Pong,
From the moment I flicked my finger against that ping pong ball
And sank that first titty cup
In the beer drenched basement of that frat house
I felt something deep inside.
You and I were meant to be.
You became my everything
My goals & ambitions
My successes & failures
My Thirsty Thursdays & Fucked up Fridays
I went from a little freshman
Only playing with 6 cups
To a senior
Asking for a gentleman’s re-rack
If I wasn’t playing, I always had next
The night was infinite.
So I sank my cups.
Sometimes I put the team on my back,
Sometimes I was the one being carried.
But I always rallied, I always rebuddled.
The music was loud, the room was dark
But I still played
The spilled cups,
The beer on my shoes,
All worth it.
With you by my side, I became a grand warrior
Master of the weekend.
And although I will still continue to get shit faced,
I will be a master of you no longer.
My elbow will never cross
My knees will always bend
But I can’t take the pong table with me.
And I accept that.
So let us make this last semester glorious.
Although the end looms near,
Let us dance
And remember when this was forever.
No matter where I go after graduation
I will move forward with what you taught me
And begin every challenge
Eye to eye.
Love you always,