I’d say they got lucky--but winning by 8 cups is hard to excuse.

This takes place at a bar in NYC on one of their famous Beer Pong nights.

With two dominating wins under our belts, my roommate and I sized up the next round of “victims.”

This 3rd match of beer pong would solidify our dynasty. Two unassuming girls came to the table with the refilled pitcher. They looked like twins. Twelve year-old twins.

"Cakewalk," we thought.. There was no way this pair was going to beat us. My roommate and I both played basketball in college. These twoo looked 5 years out from even going to college.

Mark it down as a “W.” With the crowded bar gathered around, I gave my roommate his ping pong ball and took my first shot.

Game over.

They literally hit two back-to-back shots, and before we knew it, we had lost. Smoked really.

We got played. I’d say they got lucky--but winning by 8 cups is hard to excuse. We didn’t get to play again that night.

Next time, I wanna see some I.D.