Rock Paper Scissors

I attended a Rock Paper Scissors tournament this evening. Oh, yeah, like dodgeball, the simple schoolyard game has an official governing body (The World RPS Society) and an annual championship in Toronto and everything.

Anyway, the tournament was organized by some casual friends of mine and I was invited to accompany a better friend of mine there. Neither one of us intended to participate (all you had to do was fill out a little form and pay $3), but we were peer-pressured into it. About sixty entrants were whittled down to ten (neither I nor my friend were one of them). Unsurprisingly, a lot of the finalists were guys who took it very, very seriously. One was a Philly pro, one was a very... intense (read, assholish) frat boy, one had on one of those Karate Kid sun headbands, and one was in full combat fatigues with a ski mask. My friend and I rooted for the lone female finalist.

In the end, ski mask guy won (he was really good). After his win, he took off his ski mask and... he was all, like, hot!!! I was not expecting that. I was picturing a freaky, serial killer/child molester kind of guy; instead, he was all blond and All-American. On the way back to the car, my friend said, "So who else though the ski mask guy was a hottie?" and we all laughed.