— Carson's Hands (@carson_hands) May 15, 2016
This is absolute brilliance from this dad. There is nothing better – or more maddening (if you’re on the losing team) – than when some lay person enters a competitive beer pong game and turns out to be a ringer. Like the pride punch you get after a 7-0 streak and then facing two drunk chicks who ask about the bounce rule and if they can blow (of course they can) who proceed to run the table on you. That’s exactly the phenomenon we’re seeing play out here– a dad, who looks infinitely cooler than his son, draining the game-winning shot with perfect form and an even better celebration. He’s done this before… releasing the ball at the top of the arc and not pointing it into the cup. Excellent follow-through. Textbook. In a game that had been so improbable, the impossible has happened.
Side note: I wasn’t known for my celebrations – because my intense stoicism always trumped elation – but for my sheer anger upon missing a big shot. To this day, the knuckle on my right ring finger is uneven and I believe arthritic from punching holes in the wall in my sophomore year apartment. I mean, the battle scars are worth it and all, but I wish I could hold a golf club without pain.