Eh, just put some aloe on it...

Here's the story of how I earned a degree in dermatology one night on the beer die table. Darren Catalano and I were taking on the team of Dan Brown and Dave Yazinka. I'm not going to lie, Darren and I were pretty good, but Brownie and Yaz were a formidable opponent. The four of us had many good battles that year. On this occassion, however, blood would be shed...

The game was going along well. It's been about 5 years since this game was played, so the details before and after the "incident" are pretty hazy. But I'm pretty sure it was a close game. Might have been 3-3 or 4-4, something like that. In any case, it was their turn to shoot. I don't remember who shot it. In fact, it doesn't really matter. The shot hit off the table, ricocheted off of the cup, and started rolling on the table back towards Brownie & Yaz's side.

Now, as you should have read in my previous post, as soon as I cross the half way point of the table to catch the die I become fair game. The novice beer die player would have gone all out and tried to crush me with a vicious body check. But Dave Yazinka was no novice. He did exactly what I would have done in the same situation. So the die was falling off the edge of the side on their side of the table. I had my right hand underneath it ready to grab it as it fell off. Yaz slapped my arm away at the last second. Luckily, I was quick enough, came up with my left hand, and stabbed the die out of the air.

With the catch, however, I came up with a little bit more than the die. In my motion of catching the die I scraped one of my nails on Yazinka's stomach. Normally this wouldn't be a big deal. Somehow, against all odds, I just so happened get him right where he has a mole. It was basically hanging on by the most minute piece of skin. Blood started forming (it wasn't gushing or anything, but it was there)...Katie (his girlfriend at the time) started going nuts. Not necessarily at me, but just at the fact that her boyfriend just had a mole removed during a drinking game. They checked my nails to see how long they were. That's another odd thing, because they were actually really short since I cut them the day or two before.

So after a minute or two of deliberating, I believe (99% sure he did) Dave just ripped off the mole, put a band-aid on it, and we continued with the game. I would love to tell you who won the game, but I honestly don't remember. And I guess it doesn't really matter. Games will be won and lost. Cups will be hit. Points will be made. But this was truly a once in a lifetime event.

And that's how I became Brian Holland...Pimple Popper M.D.