Attending a university known for partying, there were endless opportunities to delve into the world of alcohol and promiscuous debauchery. However, my grades suffered in my freshman year for a much less exciting distraction: cable television. Having the ability to watch pretty much anything at any time was much more intriguing to me than hitting the books. I didn't party, I didn't study, I didn't chase girls (or at least catch any.) Rather, I watched crappy television. A lot of it. Most Friday nights followed a pattern. I did laundry, ordered cheesesticks from the cafeteria, and plopped down to whatever sporting event or B-movie was on the tube, usually with some Limp Bizkit blaring from my stereo. I was quite the catch in my college days. Interestingly enough, cable television is what brought me into the drinking world. My first alcohol encounter occurred with a buddy from my Bible Study group, and we drank Smirnoffs while watching playoff hockey in the alcohol-free dorm. We were living on the wild side. Though I haven't gained many more cool points since this plateau of awesomeness, at least I am now less dependent on terrible television and a much improved connoisseur of beer.