High Tide Part 1: Action Before the Action

We left school around 9 on Saturday morning, a ragtag Ultimate Frisbee team from a small D3 school. Our destination: Savannah, GA. We were making the 14 hour drive in a 12 seater van, a minivan, and someone's car down to Savannah to play in an Ultimate Frisbee tournament called High Tide. So we're on our way down to Savannah for 14 hours and pretty much going nutso. anything to entertain us is huge, for example, we stopped at KFC for lunch, and we all got bouncy balls and spend 45 minutes bouncing them around a parking lot (as it turns out the stores who's parking lot it was didn't really appreciate it and two different managers came out at the same time and tag team kicked us out). Around 9 we started getting worried. not because we were still in South Carolina and had who knows how many more hours, but because of a question that was looming over us... when we get to Tybee Island (the island we were on), will the liquor store be open? Nobody knew so, to avoid disaster, we went to WalMart and bought 10 or 12 cases of miller highlife, which is truly the champagne of beers and went on our way.

When we got to our condo on Tybee Island, after a solid 14 hours, all hell broke loose... in a good way. There were 22 of us, and the condo slept ten, which sounds shitty but is pretty good. We go in and see a sweet pad. big kitchen, big living room, master bedroom, 2 bedrooms upstairs, then we go downstairs. thats where the really cool shit was. it was an unfinished basement, with about 7 matresses just waiting for us (we didn't ask for them) as well as a pingpong table which we promptly ripped the net off of and started playing beer pong, and some 4x8 foot pieces of plywood, which we promptly put on chairs and started playing beer pong on. out the back was a huge charcoal grill and a HOT TUB!!!

We all got crunk.

The next day we had all to ourselves. we went to the beach and threw a frisbee around, and then came home. This is where it gets amazing. Tom Brown, a member of my team. was on the table playing beer pong with Rob Long. they had been on the table for 12 straight games. so my friend and I challenged them and lost. Rob quit after a while, but not tom. nope. tom stayed on the table for 17 straight games. AMAZING!!! I went out to the hot tub to spend a nice night out there. after Tom's 17th straight game, he had nobody left to beat, so he did what felt normal to him and looked odd to everyone else. he walked out into the back yard, across the yard from where i was in the hot tub, and lay down in the bushes. we asked if he was ok and he said yes so we figured we'd keep an eye on him. after about 5 minutes sleeping in the bushes he gets up, takes a few steps, and boots what must have been about a case and a half worth of beer. it was amazing. I've never seen so much beer come out of someone before. we had begun drinking that day around noon, and were all shitfaced by about midnight, so in the wee hours of the morning, we went to bed and got ready for a week of Ultimate.