In what NFL Films narrator, the late John Facenda, might say: Beer Pong in America is a special game, a unique game. Played nowhere else on earth. The men and women who play it make it so."

Into the waning hours of Halloween, as people were calling it a night, falling asleep on couches and trying to find that special someone for the evening,in a nondescript garage, in a nondescript neighborhood in Boulder Colorado, at approximately 1:30am, the greatest beer pong game ever played went down.

The city, while not entirely silent, may not have known that greatness was only a hop, skip and jump away from them.I have no doubt in my mind that when they awoke the next morning, their world felt a little different, a little more accomplished,a little more epic.

The conditions in the garage (aka Thunderdome) were not conducive to Beer Pong.It was cold and blustery. Someone complained about hypothermia.The contestants, boys vs. girls, were in no-shape to play any other games. Attempts at party standards Celebrity and I've Never proved to be epic failures due to a lack of memory recall and total disregard for pop culture elitism. Despite the hurdles:one of the contestants had never played before, one had a boo boo on their throwing hand and one had to go number 1 really bad halfway through the match...it was game on. Legends are never made by taking a pass.

The tone for the match was set after the first Ping Pong ball was thrown, and missing by a country mile." The objective is to get in and around the plastic cups".A retort was the following. "Your mom taught me how to play so suck it". Epic indeed.<

I, on team boy, started out rough.Underhand, behind the back, between the legs, off the wall, nothing worked.I even tried to shoot it like a free throw....but apparently went to the school of Shaq Fu. The cups seemed a millions miles away...despite standing 5 feet away. Embarrassment was right around the corner.

Someone on my team was dressed as Ron Weasley ... it wasn't the one writing this story. Team girl seemed to have beginners luck on their side, or they would like you to think that.I suspect beer pong is a nightly ritual. Wolves dressed in sheep's clothing. 8 tries 8 successes. It was a scene that one might call disgusting, if you were on the opposing team. Ron Weasley tried to drop a spell, he only spilled his beer.Laughter from the other end rang loud...despite one being dressed as a taco...yeah... a taco.

Then ABC by the Jackson 5 came on.After a 10 to 15 second dance interlude, the song and the dance seemed to inspire.The boys, down 9 to 0, mounted their comeback. Those behind the back shots started to fall.One even took bounce shot off the table ... nothing but cup.This was a comeback that was probably the greatest comeback ... in Northern Boulder history, if not possibly the entire city of Boulder.3 people gathered to watch history. They cheered and belched. One said they were tired and left. I told you it was epic.

Then it was down to one cup each. The battle royale was set in place.The boys were in complete control.The girls had all but given up. One started to text message with a furious pace, as she even realized the futility of trying to overtake the momentum of team boy. All we had to do was get one ball into one cup, then victory and sh** talking could commence. To watch the cold streak of team girl, I almost felt bad; I started to call them Weezer, once great but just a sad imitation of their former self.

Then, seemingly bored with text messaging, one of the girls looked at her boyfriend, the above mentioned Ron Weasley, and started singing Man in the Mirror. She looked possessed. Ron groaned, saying that was a weak Michael Jackson song and was tired of hearing it. For the car ride to Thunderdome had produced a twice listening of the song. She threw the ball as she uttered the lines, " No message could have been any clearer"...

The ball dropped ... nto the cup. " It's gonna feel real good, sure mon"...