Drinking games

I did some things in college that I'm not proud of, like a lot of people. Luckily there were no "smart" phones (uh, cell phones?!) or Facebook back then. And, of course, I had some friends who went one step beyond the stupid stuff that I did. They did things that even back then I didn't consider very "smart". For instance, some guys I knew would sometimes, if the moon and blood alcohol level were just right, go down to the basement "bar" and drink bottles of beer - then throw them against the inside stone wall of the house. Smash! With broken glass flying pert near everywhere. I'm proud to say that I never took part in this particular sophomoric ritual (even though there were, uh, several others I might be "accused" of...)
I was reminded of those "good old days" today, when we were biking from Safford, AZ, to Lordsburg, NM.
Now, I know for many Americans "college" is a time to let loose, to experiment, to try pot in such a way that you can make something up later when you run for political office, to eventually grow up, and "get serious".
Not everyone in America goes to college, of course; but I'll bet there is a similar period of experimentation, of learning and of just plain "Yeeeehhaaahhhhh!"
And it occurred to me today that, perhaps, those fine young cannibals also play that game, the one the wild boys used to call "drink and throw". Only instead of using the inside wall of the house they live in - they combine it with highway driving and road signs. Now don't get me wrong - there is a plethora of broken glass ALL over the highways of America, and, in particular, southern AZ and NM. Ooohh! The blue Corona bottles! So pretty!
But, I noticed the pattern today that at the flashing "Road construction ahead" sign and the "Welcome to New Mexico" sign (the one with lots of bullet holes in it and "You are on Indian land!" bumper stickers) - there was an EXTRA deep pile of beer bottles; some pristine, some slightly broken, and some smashed to smithereens like a rotten pumpkin after Halloween.

So after 76 miles of heat, climbing, cross winds, construction, blowing dust and sand - my request, fellas?
(Assuming that the people driving Highway 70 and chucking the thousands of beer bottles out the window are guys. [Can you say "recycling"? Nope.])

Throw harder!

Aim for the cacti!
C'mon! You can do it!
I mean, when the Little League coach didn't put you in during the big game but instead left you riding the pine so much that yer Mom started joking she was gonna buy stock in tweezer companies? Prove that damn coach wrong!
Really chuck it!
Get that damn beer bottle out beyond "the debris lane"!

Please?