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Bar Games Tue Oct 05 2010
Big Buck Hunter Crowns Champion, Everyone Drinks
Athletics can be a tricky concept to define. Sure, there's always the LeBron James or Usain Bolt or Albert Pujols to point to and say: "Indeed, there goes a world-class athlete. A genetic lottery winner. Half human/half physical deity." But what of the hand-eye coordination required to blast away at digital critters, varmints and beasts whilst half-blasted on a) whiskey b) beer c) both? That sort of acumen, ability and athletic dedication is what separates the best from the rest with regards to the drunken battlefield of Big Buck Hunter. This past weekend a new BBH champion was crowned and just like the game itself, the new hero hails from suburban Chicago. His name is Trevor Floren and he thrashed the field. Chess amongst checkers; man amongst boys; wolf amongst sheep. Utter domination.
Floren swooped through the Saturday finals like a Bud Light swilling, camo tee-sporting, legend. It didn't matter who his competition was. He was in that athletic Valahalla known as "The Zone." His brain's synapses were firing at a clip us less coordinated only dream of; his brain (Bud Light, everything else, be damned) simply knew the patterns and turns of every quadriped and winged target scrolling and prancing across the screen. For BBH that's what it takes -knowledge, memory, otherworldly hand-eye coordination, repetition, more repetition (sip of beer) and keep shooting. Floren, make no mistake, is a pro at this competition (he finished second last year) and he unseated the oligarchy that was the Berg Brothers from the throne of Big Buck Hunter with skill, dedication and a healthy dose of Lady Liquor.
