The bet: For me to drink an entire pitcher of beer without
b) falling over
c) passing out
The reward: My beer paid for AND the verbal trophy of hearing my best dude tell me he was...wait for it...wait...WRONG.
Let me preface this scenario by stating that I am referred to pretty widely as the "One-beer-queer," (take no offense to this term, please), so to overcome this feat of mythical proportions, I was stepping over into the dark side. Full of pro, beer-pong champ, whiskey downin', good old-fashioned drunks.
The verdict? I freakin blasted those fools. Two hours in and my pitcher was empty and I won. Take those doubts and suck it, my doubting friends.
The point? Take this attitude and USE IT. Use it to write. To conquer the world. To believe in yourself. To prove EVERYONE wrong about you. Tap into your inner chihuahua and show everyone how tough you really are.