This Blogcat is the third and final chapter in my analysis of NogFest, a Pong tournament hosted by my friend Nog during the last weekend of May this year. If you need to get caught up on Part 1 (which focuses on the merits of shooting vs. serving) or Part 2 (which breaks down tournament-long player performance ), I encourage you to do so. Today's Read more [...] 
This Blogcat is a continuation of some posts I've previously written regarding my fraternity's game of Pong:
The Brother Pi Breakdown
Pong II: Advanced Analytics
DKE Pong Rules & Regulations
Don't Doobie
To bring everyone on the same page: at the end of May, my friend Nog hosted a Pong tournament called NogFest, with 9 different teams 
Apologies again to all non-frat readers; these next blogcats are going to concentrate heavily (i.e., entirely) on pong. Also, yes, I’m aware I take this way too seriously.
Never played pong before? Or just played a bit, and it’s been awhile? Well, if you want to get scrubbed in on the rules so you can follow what’s going on in my previous, 
As I've made painfully clear in a number of this website's columns, my fraternity, Delta Kappa Epsilon, plays Beer Pong. Regulation games are played to 21 points, between 2 teams of 2 players on a ping-pong-sized, wooden, metal-trimmed table using four wooden-block paddles, four plastic cups of beer, a wooden dividing "net," and an orange 3-Star 
As most of you know by now (since I've written about it in this forum on a few occasions), I love Pong. Not only does it come close to maximizing the enjoyment I can get from drinking, it is inextricably linked to the nostalgia I feel toward my fraternity, DKE, and the house I called home for almost three years. I was first to play a game among 
There once was a cactus named Spike.
Spike was born in a magical kingdom known as upstate New York, to a mother and father cactus that both loved him very much.
At age 5, Spike was sent to Kindergarten. While he missed his parents, he was ready for the real world. Spike met lots of new friends, and spent his days coloring and learning his 
I love Timbs, and there’s no singular reason why.
As at this point we don’t have any public readers, and the first ones we have will likely know me, my previous statement comes as no surprise. In fact, I’m sure most of you rolled your eyes when you first became aware that I’d written something about Timbs. And I can’t blame you. 
This post is a reprint of something I wrote for a different blog, so sorry if you've already read it, but honestly if you have, you probably want to read it again. As before, the story is based loosely on actual or rumored experiences and the lyrics to the DKE Rho anthem "Country Roads" by John Denver. To make it easier for everyone, regular print -
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