In the Zone

This past Saturday I attended a friend's graduation party and to our great enjoyment they provided entertainment in the form of games. Bags, bocce ball, and my favorite foosball. So we played seemingly all the games and I must admit that my early performance in these games was less than steller. As I continued to drink and eat and my performance became more faulty. It was getting to the point that I proclaimed that alcohol hindered your ability to perform. But then something almost magical happened. I reached the point of drunkness where you achieve complete clarity and peak mental ability. I discovered this drinking prime over a game of foosball. I went on to destory the graduate who up to that point had been running the table. As a result of his loss he challenged me to a second match in which I beat him even worse. The third was different and he stole one game in the series. My magical buzz was fading fast. During a short bathroom break I chugged a beer to get back to that perfect state. As Popeye does after eating some spinach, I became unstoppable. I closed out the series and then won three games in a row against a second opponent. I guess the moral of the story is that alcohol helps you do anything, at least when you hit that magical buzz.